Novel & Cerita Length Of A Book

"No, I'd read it, but it's like, Ms. Reeds said our other books were too short, so I'd be showing her, 'You want a long book? Okay, here's a long book.' How long was Lucy's book last time?" "I don't know. Three hundred something." "Well, I'll find a book with three hundred pages. Or four hundred. I'll be showing Ms. Reeds and Lucy, too. Lucy won't be able to stand it that I read a longer book than she did." Jane was standing next to the classic section. "Here's one. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities. Four hundred twenty-two pages." Emily put the dog and the horse books back on the shelf. Jane wondered if Emily would tell her that she couldn't be vice president of Loser Club if she read a

"You don't have to be self-conscious. You wanted more information on the Luna's though, right?" "Right," I said with a nod, breathing an internal sigh of relief. He began to drag his fingers along the spine of the books, and I just stood back and watched. "Aha," he said at last, plucking a book from the shelf. It was a decent sized book, but nowhere near the size of those around it. "This is the history of the Luna's for the past century." "A whole century and it's that small?" I asked in surprise.

" The ones I mentioned are these here. - He points on the shelf and then hands it to me. I do the whole ritual whenever I pick up a new book, or at least new to me. I leaf through it, breathe in the aroma of the paper, read the back cover and the flaps. They are medium-volume books, less than two hundred pages long. The synopses captivate me. I try not to be swayed by the information that they are Max's favorites. I realize I'm deep in reading when Max takes them from my hands. "Not to read now.

He wrote: Tell him the east window will put the morning light on the page. Claire did not reply immediately. When she did, she wrote: He said to ask you how wide the desk-sill is. Daniel looked at the margin sketch. He thought about the bridge book — the size of it, the cross-sections, the diagrams that required a generous surface to be read without folding the spine. He thought about the width that would accommodate the spread of material, the book and the notebook beside it and the pencil with room to move. He wrote: Wide enough for a book about bridges and a notebook open beside it.

Most have asked how long the book will be. My editor and I are still discussing it, but it should be around 300 chapters because it will have Zane and Ian's story incorporated. (I won't drag it, I promise. *pinky swears*) If you have any other questions, please comment below, and I'll do my best to answer each and every one of them. I am because of you, and for that, I'm grateful. Have a great weekend. P.s. Please do check out my other books, too. I'd love to hear your thoughts on them.

*Good. I steal a glance at my parents and they seem very engrossed in the game. I begin to pull out the small book slowly. *It's not like Rune's going to know if I take a peek at his book.* *Oof. Alright. If it is indeed a diary, I'll put it back.* Holding that thought, I take out the book. I peer at the small green thing that is an inch longer than my palm. It is encased in old leather and there is a pencil attached to the side.

I finally said, staring at her with every inch of annoyance in me. “How many hours are we going to take to read these books; it will take an eternity,” I growled, staring at how many books were right in front of me. “They are 50 books in total with 400 pages each. It will take us through the night if we read each book at a speed of 13 minutes. “You are crazy, Clara,” I said almost immediately while glaring at her. I mean, that's not even achievable, “that goal isn't realistic,” I finally voiced out while staring at her.

It had been stored in a safe compartment in the back of the library, the same degrees, the same amount of oxygen for the past two hundred years. ”How long will it last?” I asked her. ”Let’s look through it and see what we find, then I’ll return it and the librarians and doctorates will try and save what they can. They’re pretty anal about touching the books so I’ll get an earful.” Lydia said with a slight smirk as she placed the book down on the desk. You needed to use both hands to carry it, I hadn't seen a book so large before. The dust flakes fell off with every littlest touch.

He looked away from her with an awkward smile, "We were thinking about this and we decided that six months is long enough for that..." Six months, the whole duration of their writing time until the book is released... This was going to turn ugly very soon if the cold glare on Iori's face was any indication...

I found my way to the library, hoping to read up on the mate bond. Thick leather bounded books filled the heavy oak shelves. Hundreds written on the instant bond at 18. only one of the other sides of bonding. I picked the book up before finding a secluded area. I pulled my knees against my chest as I began reading.