Normal People Book Review Novels & Stories

Not awkward silence. The kind that comes when two people have already said enough to each other that words stop being necessary every second. I looked away first. Toward the rain-streaked windows. "Do you know what's funny?" Fort moved closer. "No." "I spent most of my life thinking I was ordinary." That earned the faintest lift of one eyebrow. I almost smiled. "Fine," I corrected. "Maybe not ordinary. But at least understandable." My gaze dropped. "Now it feels like every person around me has been reading a book about my life that I never got a copy of."

“When, if, we find them, what next? Do we stop them? We find a way to reverse whatever they did to us and become normal again?” “Normal,” he repeated. “Whatever that even is,” I said, shaking my head with a laugh. “I really don’t know a time in my life where I ever felt normal.” “I don’t either,” he said, turning his whole body to face mine. “But, normal is ordinary. The world could use a few extraordinary people like you and me." I raised my eyebrows, seeing the smirk on his face. “And so humble, too.” We stood facing one another, not speaking, suspending ourselves in this small moment of levity. This felt normal, and I knew he was thinking the same thing.

At the register, the cashier looked at us twice but did not ask questions. Outside, Allie released a breath. “That was nice.” “You sound surprised.” “I am surprised.” “By the bookstore?” “By how normal it felt.” The word normal stayed with me. Allie deserved more of it. Not the carefully arranged version of normal she used to sell online. Real normal. Quiet days, bad meals, private jokes, and moments no stranger could claim. We stopped at a grocery store next. “What are we cooking?” I asked. “Lunch.” “That is not a dish.”

“You’re so much more than them. You could easily command their complacence, but you don’t want it. So, you force yourself to shrink down into someone you think they’ll understand.” “What is wrong with wanting to live a normal peaceful life?” He shrugged, “Aside from the fact that you’re not normal?” “Thanks for that astute observation,” I swallowed a gulp of water from my water bottle. “Now if you’re done trying to analyze my mental state, can we get back to helping me to be able to zero in with pin point accuracy on the right spots to make it easier to get a clean kill?”

Even if it was just such small scratches? Sighing, I let my gaze wander over the people. They all looked so normal. Most wore simple casual clothes, a few were even there in suits or evening dresses. If I ran into these people on the street, I probably wouldn't even have a second look at them. They all looked so ... average, normal, nothing out of the ordinary. It was all the more incomprehensible to me that they let themselves be attracted by such a carnage.

The change was not in what he did, but in how deliberately he did it. “You’re quiet,” she said. “I’m thinking,” he replied. “So am I.” That earned her his full attention. He leaned back against the counter, studying her face as if searching for a detail he might have missed. “About what?” he asked. “About how easily things become normal,” she said. “Even when they shouldn’t.” He didn’t argue. “Normal is useful.” “For who?” she asked. “For people who want stability.” “And for people who want control,” she countered.

“I think I’m learning that ordinary can be extraordinary if you choose to see it that way.” Jordan pressed a kiss to her hair, feeling a rare and profound contentment. “Then let’s keep choosing it. Every day. Together.” And in that quiet, unremarkable evening, Jordan realized that the strength in normal wasn’t about avoiding chaos—it was about creating a world worth staying for, a world where love and trust were the true victories.

It was actually really great how he was just being normal, like every other average human unlike other wealthy people who would never even be caught in a street like this or a town like this or even a diner this small. I liked and enjoyed the fact that he was just being him and having fun with it. You should see many rich people out there; their attitudes disgust me sometimes. Why the fuck do they usually be like that? I mean, I get the fact that you grew up rich and you never ever suffered a day in your entire life, you literally had everything handed to you on a platter of gold and you never lacked anything but can you act normal and regard other regular humans? Please.

What happened that night did not left my head the whole morning the next day. We were not given a rest day or something, so we really didn’t have a choice but to go to school. It was a normal day, students were back to regular programming, but as for me, I wasn’t really sure. It didn’t feel normal at all. Damn. It wasn’t normal. I couldn’t help the smile occurring on my lips as I stared at his texts earlier. From: Greg

And that's when I forgot how ugly my name is from the way he spoke with his soft and soothing voice. "So, what can you say about..." "He's nice." "Nice? What else?" Ave nudged me. I sighed heavily. Why is she so curious about my reaction on that guy, anyway? "Can you just accept my answer?" I arched an eyebrow. She pouted her lips while holding my arm. I rolled my eyes and continue searching for a book. I ran my fingers through the rows of the books on the shelves before picking up ‘The Psychology of Perception by Vernon, M. D’ then placing it on the table.