Out Of My Mind Book Reviews นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

Ivy tugged at my sleeve and fretted, "Have you lost your mind? Are you seriously going to let them get away with this?" I smiled because I finally understood why Sophie had always known what I was thinking before I did. She hadn't used a hidden camera or any kind of AI algorithm. She definitely couldn't read minds either.

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POV: Wolfy A book was a dangerous thing. A sword could cut you. A bullet could pierce you. But a book? A book could rewrite the software of your mind. It could change the parameters of your reality without firing a single shot. I sat in the corner of the barracks common room. The leather-bound volume heavy in my lap. Across from me, Neoma traced the letters on the page with a finger that still trembled slightly from the aftershocks of the Wastes.

I signed as I thought of ways to take my mind off this overwhelming news. *** " please remind me why I'm at the bookstore with you again for the hundredth time this week? " Chris whined as he followed me as I scanned the bookshelves while sliding my fingers on the spines of the book. I needed to get my mind off that letter I received so I went next door and begged Chris for a ride here but I could tell he was growing restless and strangely enough, so was I. "You know what?" I asked slowly while still sliding my fingers on the books

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

It was like an escape from reality. Whenever I pick up a book and start reading, I get so sucked into it that it's like I forget any of my surroundings or problems. My mind and imagination take over and I'm free to think about whatever I want without worrying about any judgments. It's actually crazy how such a casual thing as reading can create a huge impact on someone.

Pulling at the collar of my shirt I tried to ease my breathing, this wasn't my first book reading, but I always got very nervous at them. When I did these, I put my work, my inner thoughts in front of everybody to judge. I put my experience, my trauma before their scrutinising eyes. So far the audience seemed to be interested in what I was saying, in work that I had actually published. Something I never would have thought would be happening. But the book had been published for a month now and the reviews were beyond me.

I watched as he brought it towards us. "You see if you would've never gave me that ripped paper I would've never been able to erase your mind again. Your minds protected now because of you reading a true page out of this book. Unfortunately for you I have a few things that will help me out." His wicked smile had me frozen. Every part of me realized my mistake. The book told me to never read it outloud but I assumed since everyone had this book that it was the same.

"I'm glad you do. But I must tell you this; it's going to be hard. It's not going to be easy. You'd feel like bailing and you'd feel like a shitty person. We all are at a point in our lives before we heal. So when you come the day after tomorrow, I want you to come with every baggage you can carry and we will offload as much as we can to make you feel lighter by the time you return home, okay?" I nodded. She picked a book and handed it over to me. "This is a book I wrote last year: The Abstractness of The Mental. I give it out for free to my patients as I like to call you all." I laughed and nodded before looking down at the book. It had a glossy feeling to it and a picture of the brain and