My Brilliant Friend Book Review Novels & Stories

“ 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."

The woman from the story is weak and vulnerable but she has a strong courage to face her fate. “Brave. Bolder. Brilliant.” I mumbled, carefully. “You’re brave enough as you are bolder to be brilliant with the things you do.” I closed the book and put it back on the shelf. I looked at the time and it was already ten in the evening. I can’t sleep so, I tried to read some other books so I could sleep but I still can’t.

Although I don't enjoy it as much as I enjoy being with Sky, it feels refreshing to have someone new to talk to. Now I know I can't let my happiness depend solely on him. Flashback As I scanned the shelves, my eyes landed on the book I was looking for, but just as I lifted my hand to take it, another hand did too. Startled, I turned to see who it was. "Sorry," the person said with a charming smile. "Didn't mean to startle you." "No, it's fine," I replied, smiling back. "You can take it." "No, no, please. I insist." He handed me the book and extended his hand. "I'm Liam, by the way."

I love you all for reading it and supporting it continuously. This book would not be here without certain people in my life. and I would like to take a moment and appreciate Thier efforts as well. Saamia Shabbir, one of my best friends who supported me throughout this journey. Her nickname is Amy, so you can see where that character came from. She even helped me with the making of few big plots in the novel. She is the best part of my life to be honest. Saamia, this is all because of you.

****** Special request if you like the book, share it to at least five friends who you think will love it❤️ As always pardon the grammatical errors

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.