Mood Of Book Novels & Stories

But, it cannot be denied that they are talented. “Mmmhh, what’s that?” Clandes jerked a little bit when someone whispered right in her ear. She looked at the man with a furious face but the man only chuckled. “Just kidding,” Mauvais said and sat beside her. “So, what’s that?” “A book, obviously.” Mauvais frowned at her. “What’s wrong with you. You’re so grumpy.” “Nothing.” Clandes kept the book and napped. She was not in the mood to talk. She felt weird lately since she read the novel of Lilia Desaix. There’s something from the novel that changed the way she talks, moves, and thinks.

I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi. I was a bit depressed, because the year was gradually coming to an end. Christmas was fast approaching. And I dreaded it, as misfortunes happen to me few days to Christmas. I shuddered at the fear of what might happen this time around. Last year my wedding engagement was cancelled few days to Christmas. A year ago I lost my job few days to christmas, two years ago I almost got raped few days to christmas by a thug in the car park, thank God I was saved before he penetrated into me. I marked that day as a day I won't ever forget. Three years ago I was in a coma few days to christmas because my Fiance smashed a bottle of wine on my head. My

I could explore them, dance between possibility and reality, and see where this storm might lead me. The library door creaked softly as I slipped out, echoing gently in the still air, my heart pounding like a wild stallion. With the book clutched tightly under my arm, I felt a spark of anticipation mixed with my usual doubts. This book, despite the collection it belonged to, held promises that went beyond simple romance; it whispered secrets I was eager to uncover.

So he's scared. After turning it over in his mind, Tony felt triumphant. A smug smile crept across his face. 'This is great news.' ... After leaving them behind, Cyrus returned to the library. The book proved quite interesting. It carried the faint, lingering melancholy typical of the author's writing, a textbook example of post–Sakura Blossom defeatist culture. Cyrus finished the book at an unhurried pace, closed it, and slipped it back onto the shelf. Not out of sentimentality, but because he knew himself well. He would not wake up tomorrow as a devoted reader.

The way he read everything, like it deserved his full attention. “You organise by mood,” he said without turning. She stopped. “What?” “Not alphabetical. Not genre.” He tilted his head at a section. “These are all books you read when you’re sad. These—” he moved his hand slightly, “—when you’re angry. These when you want to feel something without it costing you anything real.” She stared at him. “That’s an absurd thing to deduce from a bookshelf,” she said. “Is it wrong?” A pause.

Five minutes later, I hated how well it worked. My body felt lighter. My eyes clearer. Like someone had adjusted my internal brightness setting. “Okay,” I muttered. “I see you.” I opened my laptop. Chapter 4. The cursor blinked at me like it was judging my entire existence. I started typing anyway. The book flowed in a way it hadn’t in weeks. The protagonist wandered through her perfect life feeling like a guest in it. Everything beautiful. Everything hollow. She questioned whether fulfillment was supposed to feel louder than this.

[~♠CORAL♠~] I sigh for the umptieth time, unable to concentrate on the book I was reading. I close the book, collapsing into the wall of pillows behind me, another sigh breaks out of me and I toss the book to the side and close my eyes, letting my mind drift off to an endless plane. Mother's words play subtly in my mind, drifting like a cloud in the silent dark. My mind becomes a place I’m trapped in and suddenly I start to feel lonely in my own thoughts.

My heart sank, for I had hoped to find something more profound, something that would unravel the mysteries that had captivated my thoughts. Feeling disheartened, I found solace in the nearby book section, sinking into a plush armchair. I gazed around, my eyes tracing the spines of various books, seeking a momentary respite from my disappointment. And then, as if by some miraculous twist of fate, my gaze landed on a book with a black cover adorned with a striking WhiteMoon logo. It stood out amidst the sea of colors, beckoning me with an irresistible allure. I reached out and delicately retrieved it from the shelf, cradling it in my hands.

The book store was right around the corner, enough to let Amy get few minutes of alone time. "what kind of book should I buy? These romantic novels make me feel extremely miserable about my life", she whispered. "Maybe I am on another planet unlike the characters in these books because I have never felt that way about any man before." Truly it was tiring and exhausting reading these books. Apparently, they make her expect things she would never get from Jack, thereby leaving her heart broken.

I am scared, and it makes my heart beat faster. "Let's go here." he said. I nodded and let him pick the books he wanted to borrow again. By the looks of it, he is indeed a bookworm. It is no wonder he is knowledgeable. I read, yes, but not too much. Sometimes, I will fall asleep while reading a book. "Oh." I exclaimed quietly. I immediately got the book titled "The Book of Human Emotion" I think I need to study for it. I started to open the first page and read it.