My Life In A Book Reviews Novels & Stories

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

I have never had big dreams of becoming a CEO who owns companies. I think that I achieved my dream, I wrote a book, not a book, but a collection of pathetic poems about life. When I say pathetic, I mean sad, because sad is all that my life has ever been. But I guess that nothing lasts for one hundred years, and I am one of them. I enjoyed some parts of my life, the earlier parts and some parts of my later life too. My life has always been between pages in a book, that is all. I have always enjoyed art, manipulated it behind closed doors. It’s not an interesting life, though it is a favorite for me. My favorite story is Africa Kills her Sun, by Ken Saro Wiwa, I have read the story ever since

No way! As I think of so much different possibilities, I comtinued to read every part of the book. It was stated here how I got a cold when I was young and was placed to a better palace. Every scenes that had happened to my life is here so U was more than ahocked until I read the ast lart of the book. It says how I found out about this book and how shick I am and it ended there. No, is it automatically writing what happened to my life? There's now way right?

The first message from a reader came that evening. Not a review — a message. Someone who had read the book, or begun reading it, and had written to her through the website Leo had built. A short message. Six sentences. She read it at her desk after dinner. I read the first three chapters of your book on the train home tonight. I had to stop because I was crying and I didn’t want the other passengers to see. I’m not sure why I’m writing to you. I think it’s because the book made me feel like my life was possible. Not my specific life — I live very differently from you. But the quality of the choosing. The daily, deliberate choosing. I didn’t know other people did that. Thank you.

, he told me “ But there must be someone in last 8 years who could have survived against this book I mean someone must have tried or help you succeed in getting rid of this book and even getting their life back to normalcy”, I inquired him “ I exactly don't remember but as far as my knowledge around 6 years back there was a girl who made news by reading this book and still her life stayed simple as by that time this book was considered and was categorized into the list of one of the most cursed books in the world”, he tells with a mix of assurance in his voice along with the doubt

I'm so proud of that girl. Raynard's been busy this past months... and oh, how I pity him. I can't wait to get this marriage over with. I laugh remembering how I almost proposed to him. I was in such a haste. I just saw something disbelieving right now. Can you imagine an author reviewing her own book? I find it odd!! LMAO. But hey guys.... I don't think she did so bad.... you guys should kindly leave a review on this book. It doesn't really have to be good. lol... I don't know about that tho.

Lora's mother had fled after giving birth to her daughter. She lifted the brick in the north corner of the room as she emptied the dungeon more carefully. "What is this book?" she inquired. The book was dusty, and the gold was almost faded, almost bronze. The title of the book was Life of the Witch. The book is about wizards and their interactions with the outer world. Lora read the book, sentence by sentence. A strange planet, yet she wished to visit it. The pages depicted a pleasant and quiet way of life. She saw herself growing up, her body perfect, producing beautiful curves with no scars, bruises, or blood flow in the corners of her lips.

But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels. The contents of the journal are surely bothering her. The uneasy feeling of opening the first page of a book that contains secrets to one's life is nerve-wracking. Like unfolding the mysteries of an ancient civilization. 'To the stranger who saved me from drowning in love, Shanta.' Kachina winces at the acknowledgement section. She turns to the next page and finally comes across a chapter where she sees a familiar name that made her jump in joy and curl in sadness. 'Kachina... Kachina left me.'

Ashley says, and I stare at the cover, the book, I can't wait to get lost in it. "This one is In Another Life, two realities playing out of a woman's life. The book follows the life of a woman, in alternating realities, how one choice can change the arch of our lives, who we are, who will be. This book is for people like me who have always felt the need to know if there's another universe, anotrher reality, and who we are there." She says, handing me the book. "After I Do, this is a masterpiece, one of my favorite books by her. It shows the problems in marriage, how everything is not happily ever after, hoe marriage takes work, and I'm not ashamed to say I'm reading it for the fifth time."

Then, she walked into my room. My exercise book, filled with lines from Shakespeare, was still lying open on my desk. She would even make me memorize the quote, word for word, and ultimately remind me again and again that I was nothing more than a dog. She wanted me to never forget it. I was the scapegoat, the "sacrificial" dog, whose only purpose in life was to serve as an example for Esther and Emily, reminding them never to make a mistake. Mom picked up my exercise book and flipped through the pages, her tears blurring out the writing in it. Then, she brought the book with her and went over to the tank before climbing in.