My Brilliant Friend Book Review の小説・ストーリー

Bright made me stop walking further. "Stop now... I want you to have that cute smile of yours before we go inside. I know things don't go right for everyone, but I am sure someone will see her true self and love her for who she is-" "Just like you did." " " "Bright, do you know I have no idea how you are like this-" "Win you should-" "No! If I were you... If I were you, I would've gone all mad about me and maybe... I don't know! I would've even left me!" I exclaimed, imagining myself in his shoes.

She says taking my glasses off my face and stepping on them. Her friend shrugs, “She made you look like a fool.” She giggles, blowing her freshly painted pink nails.” Pink is an overrated color if you ask me. Raquel snatches my book from me, maintaining eye contact. “And on top of it my best friend is angry. That’s not your fault but you’re going to pay for it.” And there goes my novel, she tosses it in the toilet. Brat. Tee would have fun with this one and so would the old Camilla.

" I replied " Are you sure about that ? He said staring straight into my eyes and at that moment my brain started malfunctioning . Kheera this is your bestfriend's younger brother for God sakes! He's a brother to you ! ''You are not related by blood " a voice in my head replied . God!

"Don't judge a book by its cover." "Do you want to buy or not?" "Why are your pants of fire?" I scoffed, searching through the shelves. "Because I've to be somewhere, bookworm." "Where?' "Night out with new friends." My action halted. Did he make friends? Of course, he did. He was much much much friendlier than me, and who could ignore his charming skills to please anyone? He could ignore him, his appearance demanded attention, but wasn't he too fast? I mean so far I only made one friend, Kriti. No doubt I loved having her by my side but having one friend seemed too less. I wanted more.

“ I'm speechless. ” “ You know Mira, sometimes I find myself being jealous of the friendship between Joseph and yourself. It's too beautiful to be true. ” “ You think so? ” “ I don't just think so! I know so! ” “ Ah! But I think our friendship is just like any normal one out there. ” “ It's far from being just normal, girl. ” “ Didn't realize. ” “ Um. Your relationship made me remember a book titled Depressed ; love yourself. How close the female lead was to her brother. They were closer than married couples! ”

Yet, there's just something about those brown eyes, something very unlikely to figure out without an explanation, itself. ''On this day, I'd like to admit how wrong I have always been. Love is not blind, in fact love sees all. I love all of you—your faults and flaws cast a beautiful light—like the flaws of a precious jewel. You are my best friend, my joker and I love you for all time.'' My lips curve up into a smile as I drop the paper down onto my lap, surprised to see both of their reactions. ''Don't you think you should save that for a more genuine occasion?'' Dimitri asks.

Maybe it was something more. But then I remembered everything. His cruel comment about how I was “having fun” with others. His superior gaze. His silence where there should’ve been apologies. Dante looked at me, realizing what was happening. The difference between Dante and Bright was that Dante was more mature. While Dante wanted to be my friend, Bright played revenge games. I decided to keep walking. I passed Bright with my head held high and didn’t stop, though I felt his presence burning like fire beside me. I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. If I did, maybe I would’ve broken, and I didn’t have many pieces left to gather.

The smell of flowers and coffee and something sweet. "This is nice," I admitted. "I know. I'm brilliant." I laughed. For the first time in weeks, I actually laughed. We walked through the market, Sloane buying anything that caught her eye. A jar of honey. A bundle of lavender. A loaf of sourdough that she insisted was "life-changing." "You're going to eat all of this yourself?" I asked. "No. I'm going to share with you." She shoved the bread into my hands. "Consider it a gift. An apology for being a terrible friend."

We struggled through the language barrier for what felt like forever before they understood. “You’re saying your friend might be down below the cliff?”

I don’t know the extent of his home life and I never push to find out about it but I know it wasn’t good. He once told me one of his favorite things about me was that I never pried into his business, which is ironically what most people hate about me. I’ve been called a bad friend so many times because when someone is crying, upset, angry, irritated, they want you to ask about it but I never do. I guess I just feel like if you want me to know then you’ll tell me. I lucked out with my roommate Lydia, we are great friends because I never have to ask what’s wrong or if she’s ok she will just bust in and tell me exactly what’s going on. She’s the talker and I’m the listener, we work perfectly.