Rachel Dolezal Book Reviews Novels & Stories

Charlotte had absorbed the message Seraphine had been sending. “Exactly. You and James are the most important.” Late April, Rachel sent the final cover design for approval. The cover was elegant minimalist design with the title “Good Enough: Confessions of an Imperfect Working Mother” in bold letters. Rachel: What do you think? Publisher loves it. Very contemporary, very honest. Seraphine: It’s perfect. Though seeing my failures documented in book form is surreal. Rachel: You’re documenting universal struggles, not personal failures. That’s the whole point.

It was high time Zack was placed in the right corner. ...... Wednesday Rachael calmly sat down in the library as she went through a thriller book she was keen on finishing. Apart from being obsessed with Indian stuff, she is in love with reading thriller novels. Joy on the other hand is in love with any Romance book, mostly Romcom. To her, reading these novels is a way of imagining her happily ever after with her future husband. "I am sorry I am late. Can we start now," Zack moved closer to Rachael, bringing her out of her reverie.

“She couldn’t have—” My voice trailed off as I thought about darkness. “Just be careful, Lila.” I looked back up at him and nodded. “I’ll see you later,” I said to him as I turned and left the arena. …. Rachel sat in the back corner of the library at a small table with her history textbook laid out in front of her. She had a notebook to the side of the textbooks with different colored notes sprawled out on the thin paper. She had her fingers dug into her dark hair and I could see that she was incredibly stressed.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

The reason was simple: Jazell was very cunning; every word she uttered always had a hidden meaning. Rachael had only spent a few months with her, and she could already write a book about her. "I wouldn't say so myself; a stolen necklace isn't a trivial issue." Racheal said, retracting her gaze to the book in her hand, she was aiming at something. "However, you seem to be enjoying watching them get on each other's nerves." She commented, flipping a page of the book she was reading. "Don't be puerile, Racheal..." Jazell purred, staring at an invisible dirt on her pedicure.

He took a deep breath. Just then the door swung open and Darius looked up to meet Rachel’s curious gaze. She was dressed impeccably for the meeting, wearing the traditional clothes favored by the tribe’s nobility. Her hair was neatly pinned up on top of her head, adorned with delicate, gold pins that glinted with reflected light, making her appear taller than she actually was. Darius fought the urge to reach out and touch them, lest he ruin whatever chance he may have at convincing her to become his mate.