Romans & histoires Pineapple Street Book Review

Oh, pineapples, I missed them so bad. It was like touching a tiger's tail if I picked this up, but I couldn't resist it, as I managed to pick the smallest of the three that was there, and to my luck, the scary lady seemed not to be around. I picked up a knife as I diced the pineapple into a bowl for myself, taking one with a fork into my mouth. The sweetness of it slapped me hard within. It was really nice as I ate them hastily, fearing the moment of her return. Maybe she had poured mud on the plates I washed and asked me to wash again.

"Well, you can teach me Cathayan over dinner, then." He brought me to a pizzeria. "They've got something people might call abominable. Pineapple pizza. However… I recall a certain someone telling me that you loved pineapple pizza when you first came here as an exchange student three years ago. "You also said that you stopped having it because your family hated it." I froze. That was a tidbit of myself that I'd long forgotten. Yet, he remembered it. The shopkeeper produced two pineapple pizzas seemingly out of thin air, as if he knew we were coming.

he said playfully, "it's suspicious how much pineapple you eat. I can't stand eating too much of it; it hurts my mouth. You're eating too much of that sick thing." I giggled at his comment and shrugged. "Well, I guess I just have a high tolerance for pineapple, you should try it than eating apples like a bird and bananas like a monkey," I replied with a mischievous grin. "Now I'm a monkey? You are a super creep, who the hell eats pineapples like you do, huh? Unless you have some motives" "You can start. I'm a super creep, and you, big body, tempting abs is the dangerous mafia, aren't you?"

A roaring sizzle echoed throughout the kitchen and Dinah sniffed as she put a cubed pineapple in her mouth. Her nose was runny from all the crying in the hospital. You'd think it'd have stopped by now. She'd left Edith a mucus and make up stained shirt to remember her by. Except, she won't. Sigh. Dinah shut her eyes and moaned as her favourite fruit melted on her tongue, exploding into sweetness, "Mmmm. Ugh. Pineapples are God's amazing gift to mankind. It's like he put a truckload of sugar in this thing", she popped another cube into her mouth whilst managing to get the words, "So good" out with her mouth full. Funny how something this tasty came from shoving a lot of faeces and every other

—Aiden got all pinkish at the top of his cheekbones—“helped me come up with something you would like.” “Maybe I should go out with him.” “I would strenuously object.” She unwrapped the book and burst out laughing. It was a folio society edition of Rebecca. The restaurant turned out to be a wood cabin built on a traffic island near London Bridge. Inside, it was clean and unfussy, all grown-up shades of brown, and books everywhere—there was even one on their table, a copy of Eros the Bittersweet. And it turned out the whole deal was about telling stories through food. Which she… yeah. Cheesy or not, she loved it.

/Meelah’s POV/ After Eloise left Brian and I, I pretended to be so focused on my food while making noise of appreciation as the foodgit my taste buds, and it wasn’t because the pineapple teriyaki tasted like anything out of the ordinary, I just had high expectations for it and it didn’t meet up to that expectation, but I didn’t dare show it in my countenance because it was obvious from Brian’s expression that he was going induced hell fire treatment because of the food in front of him, so I had to increase the way I was forcing myself to act like the food was giving everything that it was supposed to give. U didn’t know how deep Brian kings hatred for pineapple flavored stuff runs, but it wa

And yet… she grinned. The flavor was bold and totally unhinged, like a fruit salad with unresolved trauma. But it was addictive. Her hand moved on autopilot; she grabbed four more like a sugar-deprived squirrel prepping for winter. I might come back for more later… With that in mind, she happily walked back to their table. What she didn’t know— what no one warned her about— was that the Pineapple Malibu was soaked in more liquor than a bachelor party gone wrong. And just like that… her night didn’t just begin.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Natalia’s POV I started craving certain foods, corn and pineapple were what I really wanted. I loved how they tasted and how colourful they looked. While walking past a fruit stall, I saw some corn and a whole pineapple. I bought them immediately. I even asked the vendor to peel the pineapple for me. I was so happy because I got exactly what I had been craving. As I walked into the building, I accidentally bumped into a woman, which made her spill the coffee she was holding.

The streets were lined with flower beds in full bloom, local shops with hand-painted signs and people who nodded as they passed, faces a little older, a little wiser, but kind nonetheless. Cassie wandered slowly, hands in her pockets, letting her steps take her where they pleased. Her first stop was the bookstore, Willow Pages, a two-story shop that still smelled of pinewood shelves and well-loved novels. She didn’t stay long but bought a worn paperback she had once read in high school, more for the nostalgia than the plot.