Romans & histoires It's A Long Story Book

The day our family went on vacation to an island resort, my younger sister, Alana Fisher, climbed over a safety railing to get the perfect photo. She lost her footing and, in her panic, dragged me into the ocean with her. The rescue crew was about to pull me out first since I was closer when Mom suddenly took a yellowed paper coupon from her wallet and tossed it toward me. "Corinne, let Alana get on the rescue boat first! This is the last thing your father and I will ever ask you to grant!" When I was seven, I couldn't afford birthday presents for my parents, so I drew a hundred wish coupons by hand. Each one read: [Redeem this coupon for one wish. Corinne has to say yes, no matter what.

She pointed with her finger and ran it down these books looking for a particular cover. “I have been saving this story for the right moment.” She directed her son to sit in the chair and when he sat down, she gave him the book. It looked ordinary to him, but it was obviously special to her. “This is the story of a young man who found a friend while on a journey. It is called ‘The Tale of Meru’.” He looked surprised because he was half expecting another history lesson. “Are you sure you have the right book?” “Yes, Yvayn, I am. I am not as boring as you would like to think I am.”

"I don't know. I just thought I'd try a long book for a change." "Hey, I just remembered something," Caroline said. "This is funny. When I was in sixth grade, one time I read a really long book, the longest one in the class. Is this for one of Ms. Reeds' famous book reports? Mine was, too. What was it? That's right, The Yearling. It was a great book. A really great book. If you do another long book, read The Yearling." Caroline read The Yearling in sixth grade? Jane hadn't heard of the book until she was in high school.

“No,” I said, shooting up from the couch and starting to pace the living room. “What are you even saying? That story? That’s huge. Something that massive would be in every history book. Everyone would know about it. It sounds like something straight out of the French Revolution. Come on, Leo.”

"Do you read this? Or is it your thatha's book?" I asked doubtfully. "I do read this book. I have the whole series. It's a gift from one of the competitions I won." He chuckled and sat on the other chair. "Oh, that's great! Everybody tells this book has a compilation of heart touching incidents. Is that true?" I asked curiously as my main time killer is books. And I would love books like these. "Yes, it has the wonderful collections of the people's hearts which would strongly affect our heart! Shall I tell you the story that affected my heart the most? But I am not good at storytelling, but I will shortly tell you the core of that incident."

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

He hooked his finger on the spine of a particularly old-looking volume and removed it, extending it toward her. Lily gripped the book in her hands, running her palm over the old leather cover. It was a book of retellings of classic Greek myths. She opened the book to somewhere in the middle, reading the header on the brown, aged page. “‘Orpheus and Eurydice,’” she read. “A love story,” he commented. “A tragic one.”

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

Ed observed Ruby selecting a novel yesterday. "Yes, I like thick ones. They last longer, but that also depends on the storyline. The excitement of the story determines its duration. I once finished a book over a thousand pages long in three days because it was thrilling, but there's one very thin book I still haven't finished because it's boring. I always fall asleep while reading it." Ruby explained it at length, forgetting her intention to be cautious. It had been a long time since she talked about books with anyone, so she easily got carried away. Usually, she would discuss books—or anything—with her mother, which was no longer possible.

Writing a long book is no small feat, and it is your enthusiasm and encouragement that has propelled me forward, even during the most challenging moments. This book has taken on a life of its own, evolving and growing as I delved deeper into its narrative, characters, and themes. It has demanded my undivided attention, consuming my thoughts and dreams, and I have poured every ounce of my being into its creation. I hope that the love and dedication I have invested in these pages shines through, and that it resonates with you in some profound way.