One Who Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest Book Review Novels & Stories

Chloe asked. “Of course,” Zane said then reached into what I had thought was an emptied picnic basket to pull out the book in question. I took it with a laugh and opened it up. “One day the Emperor received a large parcel, in which was written ‘The Nightingale.” “‘There we have a new book about this celebrated bird,’ said the Emperor.

I wondered if the book selection in here had been specifically cultivated to what they felt I needed to read, or if it was just standard for the rooms. I settled on one that seemed interesting enough before struggling out of the chair and walking over to grab it. Settling back down with it, I looked at the cover. The Werewolf’s Progress. I snickered a little bit, it seemed like a spoof on The Pilgrim’s Progress. I felt the wolf’s presence emerge, but she stayed quiet. Like she was just observing with me. I hadn’t even realized I had fallen asleep, until I woke up to a knocking on the door. I looked down at the book that lay open on my lap. I had barely made it two pages in.

My eyes peered at this one book, it was a storybook about the dreamscape, and as I scanned through the introduction…there were walkers on it. Excitedly, I went out of the restricted area before bringing the book to my post. Luckily, no one noticed my disappearance. To be continued…

Zayden As soon as I got done showering, I hurried and dried my body and hair, put on my clothes and walk out the door. I see my little mate sitting in the chair I left her in but with a book in hand. I slowly walk over to her and lean on the back of the chair. I notice she is reading my favorite book. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. “How do you like it so far?” I startled her apparently as she jumped as soon as I asked the question.

I was thinking of her, of Alpha Duiane and this odd situation in which I found myself here, half guest, half captive. Something strange had caught my eye. A golden insect hovered before my eye. And I blinked off on it, it was a fly, a golden fly. Its wings shone and reflected minute glints which made it almost enchanted. It flew around me for a little while and then flew off. And automatically, I began following it. The fly buzzed lightly back and forth, darting from bloom to bloom to stop again. I trailed behind it, my worries briefly forgotten. It was somehow strangely compelling.

She wanted to save her co-defenders so badly, but at the same time, she didn't want to put the life of the rest of the creatures in danger. Instead of overthinking about it, she spent her time looking for an interesting book to read inside the library that could possibly help her in the near future. She started reading all the titles of the books that are organized in the lower section of the huge wide shelves. Nothing still caught her attention, so she raised her head and used her ability to fly to start searching on the higher section. A few seconds when she was about to give up, a unique book caught her attention. It was titled "reverse," which was also written backward. She quickly pulle

She’d met sufficient tuxedos in her lifetime, but she’d never truly went through time with the sweater sort. She looked over his bear. “Did you studied any of these books?” “I’ve perused all of them. Now and then I take off books here for the another individual. That one there…” He pointed. “That was mine.” She slid the book from the rack. “Lord of the Flies.” Her hand brushed over the worn out cover, delaying over a butterfly. “Can you see it?” She gestured. “It’s blue. I examined this a long time back. I disregard it now.” “Take it with you.”

“Yeah, there is a new series coming in by noon today. These are the early birds.” Of course. “You are an early bird too aren’t you?” “We are. This one is by a newbie author, his second book. So not too many people know about him yet. But his first book was so amazing, I’m certain this one will be too.” I find a book that catches my attention, he eyes the jacket; “Good choice. Now, let’s find us a nice pod.” I point to the one I had been eying since I got here. An upstairs bunker type. The only one of its kind. Secluded and really private.

I went through books in romance section. I found my one and only favourite book, of all time called 'Stolen' by Lucy Christopher. She is an amazing writer. I have read the whole book more than 3 times and here i am reading it again. The book is more like thriller than romance but i love it anyways. I sat on the corner table and read the book. It felt amazing to read the book again. The girl gets kidnapped from an airport, the boy who kidnaps her, in this book is described as a hot guy.

We move towards the book aisles, the three of us dividing and browsing through the books individually. I delicately skim my hands over the book spines, enjoying the feeling of the hardcover on my fingers. I pull out the book that had the name night circus written on it. I trace my fingers over the images on the cover and turn the book to read the description. "You should get that. It is one of my favourites." I hear a voice speak, and I look up to see who it was, my eyes furrowed in confusion. I don't know if this was coincidence or if we were being stalked; one of the 'cute' guys from the food court was standing beside me.