Normal People Book Review Novels & Stories

*You have no idea what others are dealing with in their personal life so just be nice, its that simple! This book is a complete work of fiction, No name, event or happening in this book are real. If any is found common or same as real life event or happening, then it is coincidental and shouldn't be taken personally or seriously. I apologize in advance for any error you may find in this book. Please constructive comments are welcomed, (I'll reply) but any annoying comment would be ignored and deleted. 💛 Flourish Ruth Felix (also known as love_richie)

I know it's not healthy, but it's a gimmick I can't ignore. The title is: Randomness: tales of an ordinary girl. HM, OK. Let's go. “I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope.

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

About the book, briefly, in the way you talked about something with the person who had read it and knew what it contained — not expansively, not with the particular care of someone managing how it was received, simply acknowledging it as the thing it was. Emeka talked about the project he had been working on, the construction project in the next state that had been consuming most of his professional attention for the preceding months. Practical, specific, the ordinary professional details of a man describing his work. Ordinary conversation. In an extraordinary situation. The ordinariness of it was its own kind of grace. --- Aisha woke at eleven forty-three.

Is it really what I want is a normal relationship or do I want more than that? I took a deep breath. I cut my mind off as I opened the book and started reading the prologue of the book. " What did you read? " A voice whispered in the edge of my ear. I jumped in surprise. My heart was about to jump out of my ribs. When I regained consciousness, my brain recognized the man’s voice and my body less tense. " Do you forget to talk like a normal people? You know face to face. " I probed as my eyes stared at the man's blue eyes.

Can somebody explain how one book can put someone off other books that are completely different ? Usually the majority of comments on this book are positive, however in the last few chapters I've seen hardly any comments actually saying nice things. And for everyone that said nice things thank you so much and I love you for it. I get that people may not be happy, but some things need to be said and some things don't.

I replied "And that won't be such a bad thing if you weren't such a tenacious lady" "Well, I am different from most people, I understand that but admit it, that's why you hang with me out cause you are just like me, you aren't normal too" I said "I agree am not normal but you can't compare us, we are both odd in different ways" he said "How are we odd in different ways?" "Well you are persistent and willful plus you don't listen to anyone and me? Well let's just say am the dangerous type of abnormal" he said

--- Not revisiting old wounds. --- --- Just existing in the same space. --- --- Talking about small things. --- Her work. His schedule. Random thoughts that didn’t carry emotional weight. --- --- And somehow— --- That felt bigger than any deep conversation they had ever had. --- --- Because this— --- This was what they never had before. --- --- Normal. --- --- And normal— --- Normal was stable. --- --- When he finally stood to leave— --- There was no hesitation. --- No awkwardness. --- ---

Adrian was awake too; I could tell by the cadence of his breathing. "Can't sleep?" I asked. "No." "Me neither." "Too quiet." "Yeah." We lay there in the darkness, listening to the house settle. "Do you think it gets easier?" I asked. "Being normal?" "I don't know. I've never been normal." "Me neither." "Billionaire CEO and accidental wife turned mob-fighting vigilantes," he mused. "Not exactly a normal trajectory." I almost smiled. "What do normal people do?" "I have no idea. Jobs? Hobbies? N*****x?"

I asked as Alex walked through the doors, she stood behind Pete's chair but didn't say anything, which I appreciated wholeheartedly. "To be frank, Jacke, I found myself in a situation very similar to what you've been through. People call you a monster or terror simply because you're different because you aren't what they would consider being 'normal'. I would say that normality is utter bullshit, it's such obscurity because 'normal' means something different to everyone. You could ask one hundred people what normal meant to them, and I can almost guarantee you, no two people would give the same answer," He said as he finished his drink and stood up to throw the bottle away, "I would go so fa