Novel & Cerita Poetry Collection Books

She's a nice girl, even though I'm more likely to remember the entire makeup routine than her name. The will to leave the room evaporates from my body. Strolling around, I find a book in one of the drawers. It's old, and the cover has faded halfway. I know not to judge a book by its cover, but this book looks less appealing than a sandwich without filling. With nothing better to do, I decide to read it. It turns out to be a poetry anthology with different poems. Surprisingly, they're interesting. I read a few before dozing off.

"Good night." He went home. He put his three books on the shelf in the order he intended to read them. He stood in his living room, which felt occupied again in the way it had begun to feel occupied since last Wednesday, and thought about side-by-side versus face-to-face, and a poetry section, and when prose feels like too much scaffolding for the thing being said. He took the poetry collection off his shelf — he owned one, had owned it for years, had read it twice and not returned to it — and sat on the sofa with it for the first time in a long time and thought about how some things required less scaffolding.

I noticed he had categorised his books according to genres: Fiction Politics Classics Poetry History Romance Wow! I hadn't imagined him to have such a wide variety of books. It seemed like he was an avid reader. My fingers brushed against the leather-bound spines of the books. Most of them appeared to be limited editions from their paper and bindings. I passed through the poetry section. Selected Poems by John Keats Tennyson’s Poetry So many classic poetry books. I continued forward. Lord of the Rings War and Peace Frankenstein