Reading The 20th Century Mga Nobela at Kwento

I’m kind of scared that it’s already starting to make a home inside my head. I got to literature and Mrs. Whitmore, our teacher who was evidently pregnant by the huge bump in her belly, began talking about the popular genres of literature in the twentieth century. One of them was the explosion of the werewolf fiction which I learned was portrayed in modern period with overflowing romanticism unlike its predecessor way back in the medieval era where it’s portrayed as horrifying. I couldn’t stop internally laughing at the thought that werewolves are romantic. Based on what I’ve seen so far, there’s clearly nothing romantic about turning into a beast. There’s absolutely nothing romantic about b

They would almost certainly be going into the past then. Emmet wondered where they would be going to. They most certainly could not arrive in the Middle Ages or the Renaissance, if they wanted to avoid being burned at the stake, and if they wanted proper sanitation. The late twentieth century honestly sounded good enough, but they obviously couldn't go to the United States of America. The twenty first century was a hellscape, looking at the economic collapses, wars, and virus outbreaks, the world over. The late twentieth century in western Europe was a nice enough place, if one was to completely ignore Germany. And Ireland. And...

Not knowing what to do within the four walls, sitting under the tutelage of two friends, she spent time reading books. The library is large and caters for every taste, from historical novels to mysticism, 20th century literature and Sherlock Holmes antiquarian collections, the first as far back as 1902. But no matter how much I liked to dive into the worlds of the authors, I was haunted by a thick layer of dust on the shelves and books. I decided to do something useful and clean these treasures from years of dirt.