Librarian Book Reviews Novels & Stories

“Oh my goodness. It's my turn to act shocked. What the hell are you reading? Some freak show of erotica?” “First of all, it isn't erotica, and it's for an assignment of mine. It's to be submitted today, and you're distracting me from getting it done.” “Oh sure. The assignment is to read monster erotica and list reasons why people who like it are not weird.” “I wasn't reading monster erotica,” she reddened as she whispered harshly. “Quiet in the library!” the librarian shouted loudly.

Mesilla tells me on the way “So Miss Andrea limited the orders for new books.” “I see.” I don’t think Lukas is the bookish type anyway Well, it’s good for me. Old books must have harder words. Mesilla opens the doors to the library for me, and it’s almost tiny compared to what I saw at SeraphFall manor. A modest room with around eight tall bookshelves. “Where’s the librarian?” I ask, noticing an empty desk near the doors “Oh, the archivist must’ve slacked off again!” Mesilla huffs out in annoyance “Please feel free to look around, Lady Sigmond. I’ll go get that slacker!”

And the list got halved, there were only two who didn't give books back to the library, a young girl and a mid aged man. She asked the librarian for the last favour, she wanted him to give the personal information of those two members like their house address or mobile number. The librarian refused to tell at first he said it's not in our policy to share the personal information with others. Jenny tried to give a good tip to the librarian and there he couldn't refuse. Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

After he was gone, Liana asks me whether I had any specific book in mind, and when I mentioned mages, she guided me to the last aisle. “This is the only section we have,” she murmurs, sounding almost apologetic. I plaster a small smile in reply. The library is more like a storeroom for books than anything else. It’s not big enough to fit all the books, so some are lying unattended, stacked on top of each other. She goes back to her desk while I scan the spines starting from the topmost shelf. I feel smug at seeing the not-so-good conditions of the books. Our library has red-bound books. One title catches my attention. I tip-toe and take it out.

The woman stood behind the podium; her old, but unworked hands, smoothing out the precious pages. “Welcome to my library,” The woman said, her eyes flashing to them. “Can I help you find something?” The librarian had a reputation about her, stories whispered on sleepless nights. Her name was Claudia, and she had been in the library for as long as anyone could remember. Claudia’s book held more than the location of library books; it was said to hold every answer imaginable. The volume was magic; so much so that it was a part of the woman’s soul, and only she could read its pages. To every other eye, it was completely and utterly blank.

She was also hidden in my backpack when I applied for the job in the local library, I always had a weak spot for the books and stories, when they took me I couldn’t be happier. My job was easy and simple, just help people buying their stories, cash them out, put the books back in place and finally I can read as much as I want. It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving,

Something turned the corner and nearly ran into us. If we hadn’t flattened ourselves against the shelf, we’d have been caught. When I think of Librarian’s, I couldn’t help but picture my mom. Rounded glasses and flared skirts, nametags and rolling carts full of returned books. She worked at the public library for years now. She’d adore the wide array of books here, though I don’t think she’d like the constant threat of danger.

Hi Readers, It's me Khris and I wanted to appreciate you for reading my book and even taking your time to add it to your library. I really appreciate you. I am also very sorry for my inconsistent updates, I'm not usually like this, it's just that life has been very difficult for me. I know it's none of your business as to how my life goes but I take this as a small family, a small community where we can be friends. This is my very first book so all reviews matter, every single one. Even if you feel like it doesn't, it does to me.

She glanced up at me over her half-moon spectacles as I placed the stack of books down with a heavy thud. She ran her gnarled fingers over the worn covers, muttering to herself as she examined each book. She then glared at me with amused curiosity and warily from behind her spectacles as I approached the front desk, "Do you have plans of reading all the books in here, Ms. Fridays?" she asked, a hint of suspicion in her tone. Her question hung in the air as I considered my answer carefully. The truth was far more complex than the simple joy of reading. These books held secrets, knowledge that others wished to keep hidden. And I sought to uncover those mysteries, even if it meant arousing the

she begged and pinched her brows, making a look of helplessness. "Every written word is important, Lorraine. It's rather better to ask for a summary of the book than say 'only the important part of the book', okay?" Herla corrected her. Lorraine remembered her school librarian. This would have been the exact same response they would give to anyone who insinuated there's a part of a book that was less important than another. "Are you a librarian?" Lorraine's eyes followed Herla as she flapped her wings. "Yes. I used to be a librarian."