Novel & Cerita Out Of My Mind Book Reviews

ERICA I sat on the couch, a book open in my lap, my eyes glued to the same paragraph I’d read three times already. It was supposed to be an escape, something to keep my mind occupied, but tonight, it wasn’t working. My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind.

I didn’t feel dead inside. My eyes close and my mind does something it hadn’t done in a few weeks. It starts creating a crime scene in my mind. I scream at myself to open my eyes and snap myself out of it. But it was like my mind had dragged me in and wouldn’t let me come back out , it was holding me prisoner in the scene.

she said. I looked down at the veritable mountain of books. The titles ranged from “Disorders of the Mind: Wolf Psychosis and Beyond” to “Hidden Illnesses and Ways to Find Them”. I had already read several of them, but rereading them wouldn’t hurt. “Thanks.” I shoved the last bite of my second sandwich into my mouth, washed it down with the rest of my coffee, then hopped down from the filing cabinet and gathered everything up. “I’ll get started right away.”

It felt like someone had stolen pieces of my mind and created a scrapbook. I didn’t know what to believe anymore.

Over forty-two. How many people come in here? Returning to the base, I count the desks. One after the other. A grin spreads on my face. My heart beats gently as my mind goes numb to my pain. I focus on counting the tables and chairs. I smile harder as I get to the last desk. Satisfied. Spinning around to start again, I halt as an old brown cover catches my attention. Familiar. Sitting on a short shelf behind the last desk. I tug it out—my jaw drops to the floor as I go stunned. Something is wrong with my brain and eyes. The water has done damage to them. Because why is my medical book before me?

That lovely thought clings to me as I lie there, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’ve completely lost it. Everything in my mind is screaming at me to stop. To shut this down, to not meet these people, to walk away. It’s insane, and any rational person would probably run. But I can’t. There’s this part of me, the part I admit is fucking stupid and not sane, that keeps whispering, Think of the book. Think of how popular it’ll be when people find out the truth behind it. I know it’s crazy. And yet, here I am.

The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends. And now, now all I could fucking imagine them is as Dante, every MMC of these books keep on reminding me of him when I am trying to read it so I could forget him. I wish I could just shout out my lungs now. The way my frustrations are overflowing, please god make sure no one else tests my patience today. Or may God have some mercy on them. I step outside seeing my poor driver waiting for me since morning and now it's almost evening. Sitting in a car we drove back to the house with my failing attempts of clearing my fucking mind out.

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“Lee I didn’t read your mind. I think I know you well enough to know that there is something going on in your head before you say it.” I slit my eyes at him, “Really?” “Really.” “Okay.” I gazed at him for a few moments, debating whether or not I should open that book. It was like a whole new chapter, or a sequel to a movie. Surely he was getting tired of it. I know I would be frustrated and tired of being jealous. “Would you like me to pick it out of your head?” I shook my head, placing my cheek against his chest. “No.” “Then spit it out.”