Remembering Book Novels & Stories

"You have a good memory. I remember there's a book in this series that specifically talks about genetic testing. How come I can't find it anymore?" Miranda didn't have photographic memory, but she tended to remember key points. She remembered going through this book in the library a couple days ago. Turning to the bookshelves, she quickly swept her gaze over them. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "Dr. Young, are you talking about this book?" Christine peered at the cover. "That's right, it's this one! You sure have a keen eye. I've been searching for hours, but it was right under my nose this entire time!

“You came to see me that day. You wanted to have lunch, but I was too busy. I sent you away. Then I got the call that you were hit by a car.” “I wanted to have lunch with you that day. Is that all I wanted?” “No. You said you needed to tell me something. Why?” “I feel like there’s something I’m missing. It just doesn’t make sense to me that the doctors wanted me to remember on my own. The only time they do that is if they are worried about what the patient may remember. Like if they remember something traumatic. What am I missing?” “We should talk to your doctors before we go any further.”

Even though his accent has a distinctive Chinese accent, I can understand him well. I saw the book and suddenly he became familiar to me especially when the book was shown on TV. I searched my memory to remember where I found this book. Until I remembered where. "Holy shit, I have that book!" I said that you thought I was talking to someone here. That's right. I remembered that I bought it before but I didn't read it because I was so busy studying that I forgot about it. Life in Pandora... My interest went up because of what the author said. I keep thinking if I brought that to my condo. I'll just check it.

Now I'm in a place where I will be reminded of who I was every single day. ~~~ don't forget to add to your library! ✿

Quentin and I both took a leave from school and flew back to my hometown on the same day. On the way back home, Quentin gently shook my hand and asked, "When did you remember? How did you remember?" I tilted my head. The winter in the south contained all four seasons, and today happened to be warm. I said leisurely, "I was brought to you because of that book before. Last night, I remembered you because of that book again." "It seems that the book is really worth being placed in the shrine." I sneered, "I threw it away. Terrible service, it made me forget about you!"

I had failed. And in the process lost someone I cared about. The memory was a course that wouldn't let me be. It kept on replaying in my head whenever I saw Roslyn. It did in the past but it became more often. Hours passed. I had been reading alot. Pretty soon, I would been done with all the book in the study. But I knew it was here, I stumbled upon it before by chance. I just couldn't recall what iy was called. I traced names, I compared events, I mapped the patterns.

And he was certainly able to detect that unsettling activity that made him feel so uneasy. It was Shrey who didn’t even say a single word or express her emotions for this small victory over freeing themselves from the men and sending Kendall back to their home safely. Her head was down as if she were thinking something, but she was interrupted by George as he began speaking, "Shrey, I--" Before George would say something, Alex interrupted him and asked the question, which he has been waiting to hear the answer to. "May I now ask how Shrey regained her memories and how you both managed to distract and defend yourselves so expertly?" George gritted his teeth and sighed defeatedly.

my wolf chimes in. “Hm, that’s true,” I admit. I quickly lose track of time as dawn approaches rapidly, unaware of the fleeting minutes passing me by while I fully submerge myself into the vast collection of stored information held within the forgotten book. I can’t help but feel a connection to those I’m reading of; an unexplainable sense of familiarity surrounding them while I study their portraits found alongside each unique memoir, an uncanny resemblance shared between them, Ash and myself.

Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves. Thousands. Millions. An endless ocean of golden flames illuminated the darkness. Each flame contained a memory. Each memory belonged to someone whose story had once been erased. Children. Kings. Monsters. Dreamers. Entire civilizations flickered inside the tiny lights. Adrian realized something terrifying. None of those stories had truly disappeared. They had only been waiting. The White Book trembled again. A new sentence slowly appeared. "Every forgotten story remembers its author." The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand.

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"