Old Books To Read Novels & Stories

Crazy, isn't it? But I know why these books are pretty expensive. It's not just some normal book you can buy in bookstores worldwide. These are rare books you can only find in this shop. Some were ancient. The old grumpy man, Fernando, said, “It's a book about the annual coming of age.” My brows furrowed. “Coming of age? What's that?”

My wolf replied. I shook off the "what-ifs" that held me back and turned back to the towering oak shelves. My fingers traced the spines of leather-bound books, all of them layered in dust that made my nose itch. "Focus," I muttered to myself. "One monster at a time." I immediately admonished myself. I continued to look until I found the books my dad had recommended. I pulled the four heavy volumes from the shelves. The History of Shadow Entities, The Blood Rites of the Unseen, The Search for Shadows and one volume of Pack Lore and Ancient Threats. I carried them to a secluded corner of the library. The dust felt suffocating, but I wouldn't let anything stop me.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

I just lost hope at this point, my eyes were strained already. “Oh this brat, these kids always rely on the internet, not everythin’ in there is right!” The old man annoyingly said. “How to raise a goldfish.” I said. How could this old man know that book anyway? Maybe it wasn’t even a book in the first place. “Ah! A classic. The green book written by Henry Welsh? Ah, I remember that guy, I still feel sad about what happened to him.” The old janitor sighed as if he was at a loss.

My jaw clenched at the mere thought of it, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. Relax, I needed to relax. Opening my eyes my fingers traced the binding until they reached the bookmark and pried it open. The aroma of mustiness and earthly notes hit me and I deeply inhaled. There was no better smell than old books. 'Except my mate.' The thought plopped in my mind and I groaned in annoyance before submerging myself in the book. It was an old tome, written in a fictional form but the legends, prophecies and folklore it contained said to have been real.

Already much more soothing than sad songs and the sound of explosions. Tall shelves lined the walls, crammed with books. Of course this man had a library that looked like it belonged in an interior magazine spread. A low chandelier hung in the middle of the room above a long solid wood table, a few chairs, one couch in the corner with a folded throw. I walked along the first shelf, letting my fingertips brush the spines. Gold lettering, embossed titles, lettering already faded. The first row was full of classics. Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Dumas. Of course Zane owned a collection of depressed men who liked to write about sin and consequences. Fitting.

<<36>> * You've got to Realize that the most valuable thing you have is today. * **** ----- Mira. ----- I arrived at my class just in time for the literature class to commence. Literature is no doubt my most favorite subject. The class was interesting and insightful as always, it was a book review. The book we read was the secret history by Donna Tartt and a collection of poems by Hayao Miyazaki The interactive class was super fun and interesting. During the course of it, Eva stood up and asked one of the major questions on my mind, which was why the books we read in literature class are mostly ones written by oldies and not youngsters.

I reassured her as I rubbed her forearm with my free hand as we smiled at each other “So tell me, what happened last night after me and Layton left?” “Oh well, we went to the old library at the back of the Palace, I was sure we wouldn’t be disturbed there as hardly anyone goes there… well apart from Layton” "Layton goes to the library?” I asked in surprise “Not as much as he used to, but he does when he can, he likes to read the old poetry books we have there, he told me once the old war poems and letters that lovers used to send each other are in there, they’re his favourite”.

I wish I had never met this man Do you know what is greater than the smell of old books? That feeling when you walk into a place and it is like you have been transported centuries back and the part of you that leans into the love of old things gets elated. I lied. It wasn't greater or even up to the smell of old books but it was amazing.

I am aware that he is like looking at my face for a long time and is keep on glancing at me. “Ahmmnn a book entitled Wuthering Heights by Emily Bonte, Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens, and hemmnn Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” I said as I look into the books there. “I see, those are rare books now since they are old and people nowadays don’t like sad and pure narration stories.” Henry said and I just nod. Henry is now helping me through the pile of books. It was almost 30 minutes yet we haven’t found one of the 3 books.