Jennifer Harman Book Review Novels & Stories

“It's a phenomenal book. Not bad for adding to my collection list." Harper frowned at Alex, who was laughing with satisfaction. "No, I'm kidding. Jayden who killed his mother? I read it." "Really? It's my favorite book. And you have the soft cover and hard cover versions?” Harper pulled out a hardcover copy of “Read My Mind.” While looking at the book in amazement, Harper said sadly. “I ran out of this edition when I wanted to buy it. Even though I had been queuing for two hours in front of the bookstore."

Maybe… just maybe… she wouldn’t be so bitter toward men even though with what happened to her sister… if only she met him first… But why did she feel this way now? Why did Harman make her feel good in just any way, even in the simplest gesture and touch of his hand? It was like he was a pill that she badly needed for her massive headache. And yet, those “ifs” didn’t happen. And she was still bitter toward men. In fact, she had already fabricated a plan for Harman in her head…

A blast of cold air rushed up from below, smelling like wet stone, old blood, and something rotten beneath snow. The journal slid across the floor toward the opening. “No!” I lunged for it. Damien caught me tighter. “Leave it.” “No.” “That thing wants you closer.” “The book has been more honest than half the people in this town.” “It is not a person.” “Neither are half the people in this town.” The journal teetered on the edge. Pages fluttering. Glowing. Waiting. Then one page ripped free and flew upward on a burst of silver wind.

And for a minute, I just sit there, glaring at the ceiling like it owes me rent. Then, I glance to my right. And there it is. The only good thing about today. Devil’s Muse. A thick, absolutely sinful romance novel I pulled from the stack of books Janet got from the hospital library. The kind that has zero shame and maximum plot twists. The kind that doesn’t ask me to heal or forgive myself or do the inner work. No. This book asks me to shut up and watch the enemies-to-lovers pair absolutely ruin each other emotionally and then physically—with very vivid, very illegal levels of detail.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

And of course, since Mari didn't want me in the house, I thought it would be the best for everyone. Harriet was as stunning as she was dangerous. Sure, she left the Mafia a few years ago, but family was a tie she needed to return to. And hearing about my engagement was her one way ticket home. Gladly, she wasn't as cranky as she was before, but unfortunately, being alone in that stupid French Quarter for years made her attention-seeking attitude reach its maximum level. But I would endure it for as long as I get to spend time with her. "I like her," she said, swallowing the lettuce from her salad as we waited for our flight back to New York. "She says the word 'fuck' a lot, but I guess that

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

Her conscience weighed heavily on her, knowing she was compromising her values. After hanging up, she turned around, intending to resume Donovan's task. However, her attention was drawn to a book on one of the shelves. The title "How to Become a Better Person" caught her attention and piqued her curiosity about its contents. Jasmine stooped down, picked up the book, and walked out of the silent office, finding herself alone in the hallway. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~, As Jasmine continued to move her hips in rhythm to the song, she couldn't escape the unsettling feeling that washed over her. The VIP man in the hotel room wore a devilish smile that made her stomach churn. His lustful eyes

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

"That was never how I saw you." She flipped to another page. Her voice cracked but didn’t falter. "'Sometimes I wonder if Jenny likes having me around because it makes her feel powerful. That helping me makes her feel like a hero instead of a person.'" She snapped the book closed. "You thought I was fake. Everything I did for you, every ounce of care, and you sat in your bed writing down how manipulative I must be." "It wasn’t like that," I said, my voice catching. "You don’t understand what I was going through."