Poor Things Book Review Novels & Stories

I need only my books! ‘‘This is not true, Liziwe; books do not grow on trees! And the food you eat, the… the very clothes you wear on your back do not come from nothing! What will you do, when I am dead and gone? We live on my meager earnings, and the precious little your Mother brought when we were wed. Nothing, Liziwe, nothing crushes the spirit like poverty.’’

He tried so much but the hold that poverty had on most downtrodden people was so strong that the only way he could have escaped it was to go back to his old ways, and he never did. In my life, I have seen very bad things happen to good people, and very good things happen to bad people. Life is so unfair that if you wait for good things to happen to you because you're a good person, or for bad things to happen to bad people because they deserve it, you are going to wait a long time for nothing. As I got deeper into the dark world of crime, I realized my father's mistake. This place we found ourselves living in, this part of the world...it is not meant for honest people, it is not made for goo

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

There were a lot of books ranging from different spheres and works of life and a section for fiction. I opted for financial books. Since childhood, I had loved business and finance, but I never had the chance to continue school. I picked a book titled “RICH mum and POOR mum by TMA” I think I spent some time reading the book, and I almost forgot I was waiting for Gladimir to return.

I wasn't going to let her win me over against myself like she had always done in the past. "Olivia does not love you Asher! She's only with you for what she stands to gain. If you dare lose everything you have right now, she would walk out of your life like it meant nothing. I assure you. That's exactly how poor people are. They are always in places they stand to gain something but the minute things stopped going their way, they disappear." What was her deal with poor people anyway?! "I will happily give everything I own to Olivia, just so you know. Moreover, all you have just said, is a perfect description of yourself!" I spat out.

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

The Alpha muttered admiring the vendors “I know right, poor people smiles so much cause even if we chose to get angry about the sad things of life at the end of the day there's nothing we can do that's why we smile most of the time like people that don't have problem but deep down we are battling with so many traumas and bottling up a lot of emotions” “Bit still I envy poor people at least they can live however they want unlike people like that have so much responsibility and have a lot to do” “Trust me Alpha you don't want to live this struggling life, it's not as easy as it seems it's much more harder than you think, struggling everyday for food, fighting to have a place to lay your head,

“We were very poor growing up. The kind of poor where going to the doctor was a luxury. My mother did hard labor to support us, shaving off years of her life so we could have food, clothes, and someplace safe to sleep. Ever since I could remember, I wanted to be rich. I never wanted to worry about my next meal, and I didn’t want my mother to have to put up with bullshit from other people. My ambition caught fire and never extinguished. Maybe money is evil, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Her knowing look slowly faded and was replaced by an emotional gleam. “That’s inspiring.” “The worst part of being poor is being powerless. You’re at the mercy of other people. People are far more evi

Every fake smile from Noah shattered something inside my chest slowly. I hated this city sometimes. No matter how hard someone struggled, people still judged them by family name, money, and status before anything else. Noah was smart, kind, and stronger than most adults I knew, yet none of that mattered because we came from nothing. We did not have a rich father, a respected family name, or elite connections opening doors for us. All we had was each other and the money I earned. Sometimes I wondered whether this world punished poor people simply for existing.

It was an amount I wouldn't have even dared to dream of before, yet I couldn't bring myself to spend it. Every time I went to the cafeteria, I still habitually ordered the cheapest dishes. Every time I walked past a coffee shop, I still hesitated. My classmates all teased me, "Nicolette, you're a trust fund kid, and you're still this frugal. How are we ordinary citizens who spend money like water supposed to face ourselves?" I smiled when I heard those words. This life of absolute abundance, where I never had to worry about food or clothes, was exactly what I dreamed of as a child. Yet, for some reason, now that I finally had it all, I didn't feel a single shred of happiness.