Out Of My Mind Book Reviews นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Daniel Hart was a chapter closed with no intention of being reread. And then, on a crisp Saturday morning in early October, I met him. The bookstore was nearly empty—one of those independent shops with mismatched chairs, shelves that reached too high, and the scent of cedar and old paper in the air. I went there often, drawn to its quiet corners and anonymity. I was in the psychology aisle, flipping through a worn copy of The Body Keeps the Score, when I heard a voice behind me. “That one saved my life. Or at least explained why I couldn’t sleep for three years.”

"Sure thing! Just wait a moment, I'll weigh them for you." Soon, in the hustle and bustle of daily transactions, I pushed all those memories to the back of my mind. Victoria was just an irrelevant person now. What mattered was my life in the present!

I would fall into a daze and eventually drift off to sleep. I became numb to everything around me and followed instructions almost mechanically. Eventually, I learned to be clever. I hid the pills. I flawlessly mimicked the behavior of people affected by the medication and replicated every gesture with precision. Not only could I fool the doctors but also Ava. I learned from books that when dealing with a stronger enemy, brute force did not work. I needed to be smart. There were all kinds of drugs in the mental health institute. Each one had different effects. I thought they were amazing and had always wanted to try them on someone.

They only said the exact words Antonio relayed to me; "you have to be there." I did not want to think about. Nothing good ever resulted from thinking too much. I drowned myself in my books recommended by my previous therapists. I was currebly on one called "A man and his mind." When I put that down, I went through my accounts, making sure that everything was balanced. I signed papers, sent mails to the necessary recipients and admired my credit score again. I had lunch and dinner in my room, there was no reason to come out. I decided I would only make my appearance to Camilla tomorrow morning, after I…

"Is that a bad thing?" "Of course, it's not. I actually like those people who love to read books. Their minds... I like the depth of their way of thinking. Complex but full of wisdom, and they know to view things in different angles or perspective. In my many years of existing, I have only met some people with that mind depth. Most of them are writers and bookworms." "I also think that way," I said. It really feels good to have someone who has the same perspective as yours. You know, talking about something is different from talking about something that concerns you in a way that both of you have the same way of viewing the topic.

"Is that a bad thing?" "Of course, it's not. I actually like those people who love to read books. Their minds... I like the depth of their way of thinking. Complex but full of wisdom, and they know to view things in different angles or perspective. In my many years of existing, I have only met some people with that mind depth. Most of them are writers and bookworms." "I also think that way," I said. It really feels good to have someone who has the same perspective as yours. You know, talking about something is different from talking about something that concerns you in a way that both of you have the same way of viewing the topic.

I stared at him with incredulous eyes. How he was explaining everything was preposterous. One, I was not his girl. Two, it was not possible to read minds. Many who claimed to do so were frauds and conman looking to make a quick dollar by being cheats. “What do you mean “you heard what they were thinking?” That is impossible” “Why?” “Because people cannot read minds.” “I can read minds, it’s a talent of mine, oddly though, your mind is silent.”

Alexei said quietly: "Looks like I need to see a psychiatrist… Alexei would have done so, but as soon as he arrived at work, despite his strange state, he found that he could read the thoughts of all the people who passed him. Even his colleague Anna, whom he knew well, decided to approach him after Alexei read her thoughts. Her thoughts were that she needed to go to Alexei and ask if he had a client in his client base that she wanted to call. She actually asked him about this, and Alex replied. After what Alexey embarked with his worker the table and went in toilet. Not understanding what was happening, Alexei washed his face with water and said to himself: "It can't be... But I can read pe

Like what I'm expecting no one is inside. I pick some random books and groove to the very corner of this Library room. I opened the window, as I look outside the thickness of the cloud was having a sign of a heavy rain. I completely feel refreshed, thid cold breeze from outside. Having a peace colded room, no one is bugging to you. THIS kind of peace is every intellectual person's dream. ""What are you doing, why are you having a tingle eyes. Are you masturbatoring or something to that corner?""

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk. My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there.