Must Read Art Books Novels & Stories

“Ummm, can you please let me into Nerissa’s room? My book, The Art of Sculpture Making is with her” “Are you perhaps trying to major in sculpture making?” There was this glint of something dark that flashed across his eyes. At that moment, I knew that he was scared that Nerissa must have up to put up with another competitor. I shook my head. “No” He heaved a sigh of relief. “Then why do you have the book then?” “Because reading is art and I love art” “Oh okay, you can take the book then…” He finally allowed me to leave while I walked behind the servants who carried the box to Nerissa’s room. The box was dropped in Nerissa’s room and that was when a thought flashed through my mind.

I spotted a few prestigious business awards, several academic accolades, and even a humanitarian recognition. The big bad mafia lord was a nerd in disguise, a genius even. I was impressed, so much so that I strolled over to the bookshelf, scanning the titles. Philosophy, economics, psychology... Xavier's reading list was eclectic and intimidating. I pulled out a worn leather-bound book, "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. He had read this multiple times. I sank into Xavier's high-backed chair, feeling a little too comfortable. My legs crossed on the desk in front of me. I ran my fingers over the cool wood.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

2. AVETHANDWA SISULU Being lost in dancing is exactly what I needed. Who needs therapy when there's music? There's power in music. It's soothing to the soul. Sometimes, it doesn't feel like dancing. It feels like moving exotically. It feels like art. A body art. Art is so much more than what we are taught at school. Art is supposed to come out freely. It's not taught or manipulated in any way. It can be strengthened, but it has to come from deep within. You're not a dancer if you can't feel yourself dancing from within, you're not a singer if it doesn't feel like expressing yourself musically. You're not a writer if your writing doesn't shock you from now and then. You're not a painter if yo

The furniture was plush and inviting, perfect for hours of reading and contemplation. Aria's footsteps echoed through the marble floors as she made her way into the art gallery, a vast space filled with sculptures and paintings. The room was bathed in natural light streaming through large windows, illuminating the masterpieces on display. She studied each artwork with awe, captivated by the skill and talent of the artists who had created them.

However, Grace and Xander had no intention of leaving. "Xander, Grace, what's the deal? What are you up to?" Callum couldn't help but ask. Xander didn't answer, but Grace chimed in, "Have you ever read 'The Art of War'?" Callum looked puzzled. "What does that have to do with anything?" Grace shook her head and sighed. "You should read it when you're free. It might give you some insight." Callum was even more baffled. "Xander, what does that mean?"

The man didn’t stand up or at least meet her eyes to acknowledge her, which Claire found to be a little bit rude for someone who needed help. “So I found all these books”, he said, still staring at the books sprawled in front of him. “But… I really can’t decide which one to choose. I need a recommendation” Claire glanced at the stack of books scattered on the floor and quickly read the titles. Based on the mess, she thought that there must be around twenty books, more or less— all about the history of art. She wasn’t that interested in history nor does she enjoy art, so even if she wanted to, she didn’t have any recommendations to give.

Though I wasn’t really vain enough to say my body was fantastic in them, the quality of the photos themselves was undeniable. Arthur truly was an artist. There was this indescribable beauty to the photos, a softness that he somehow captured. I guess I could see now why he was so determined to get these pictures. He really was creating art. As I closed the book, the title shone in gilded letters in the dark. The Nine Muses: A Discussion. A beautiful book, but by no means did it sound interesting. I doubted anyone would bother to look in it.

LILY'S POV I used to think love was the safest place in the world. I used to think that when you found someone who saw your flaws and still chose you, you could breathe freely, knowing they’d never turn their back on you. That’s what Aiden was to me. Or at least, that’s what I believed. Three years ago, before the art exhibition meeting, I met him the very first time on a rainy Tuesday. I remember because my umbrella broke, and I ran into the nearest café dripping wet and furious.

And no knights. I started roaming around. Obviously, the first thing I went to were the shelves that occupied a whole wall. I started reading the titles of the book, and all of it was unrelated to the convent. I pulled one which was entitled The Art of War, there was no X- mark on its cover, and it was not dusty. Is she reading banned books too?