Review Of Book Brooklyn Mga Nobela at Kwento

I looked at the ceiling for a moment. Then back at her. "He called you," I said again. "He is very thorough," she said. "About things that matter to him." I picked up my pen. Went back to work. But I was smiling. And Dara could see it. And neither of us said anything else about it because some things did not need saying. He took me to Brooklyn. A street near the water. Quiet. The kind of block that had been industrial once and was becoming something else gradually in the specific way of Brooklyn blocks that had not yet decided what they were going to be.

“Hi, Mia. I’m so glad that you’re coming with us. I think this is going to be so much fun.” I smiled at her. “I think so too. Where exactly is this place?” “The Hamptons,” said Brooklyn, “you’ll completely love it. We’ve got our own little piece of paradise.” “Alright well,” I said, “I know that it takes a while for us to get there. I’m going to study.” Brooklyn groaned. “Honestly Mia, you are the most boring person alive! I swear.” “I’m memorizing techniques on how to make chocolate. Does that make you like me more?”

I smiled at how petty she was and shook my head before I got up to go and order her, her croissant. On getting back, Brooklyn was very happy to see it. It was freshly made and was a very good size. I got it for myself too because it was lurring. “Oh! Look at how delicious it looks.” Brook said excitedly as I dropped the plate of her Croissant in front of her, on the table. We sat at the table and were discussing general things when Brooklyn said to me, “You won't believe who just walked in right now.” I was going to look behind me because I was backing the door when Brooklyn gave me a strange look to make sure that I did not turn to look.

Not the people I love. This realization made me realize that, perhaps unknowingly, I have far more feelings for Brooklyn than Lucy. Aaron listened and said seriously, "Anyway, I don't want Brooklyn to get hurt." I'm not going to let Brooklyn get hurt in any way. This is my promise to him. But I still hurt Brooklyn. We didn't expect Kate and Hale to be brave enough to try to break into the Ancient Book Pavilion, and we didn't expect Hale, who was timidly hiding behind Kate a few days ago, to dare to yell at me.

"I need to grab some fresh air—another minute in here, and I'm confident I will pass out." Brooklyn smiles. "You know, I always rooted for the other brother. I thought Wilder was good for her, the passion and the flames. Infatuation and spontaneity. For some reason, I believed she needed those. But now I see I was wrong." I lift a questioning eyebrow and fold my meaty arms under my chest. "Is that so?" Brooklyn grimaces, laughing a little. "Yes, I'm sorry, but that is the truth, I'm afraid."

L And his kiss came slowly. Softly. Long. In the midst of Brooklyn's chaos, we created our own space. *** It was late afternoon. We walked down a small street, entered an old bookstore, then sat in the park sharing hot dogs. "You know, I used to think New York was just a pretentious city," I said. Matt turned to me. "And now?" "Now... this city has become a place to fall in love." He put down his hot dog and stroked my hair, which was blowing in the wind.

For someone who insisted he didn’t enjoy spending time with me, Elian had stopped checking the time nearly an hour ago. He broke the silence first. “Can I ask you something?” I glanced sideways at him. “You just did.” He sighed dramatically. “You know what I mean.” “I do. I simply enjoy making you work for it.” “I’ve noticed.” His lips curved despite himself before he looked ahead again. “Brooklyn.” “Hm.” “You never actually answered me” I stayed quiet for a moment. “What about Brooklyn?” “You grew up there, didn’t you?” “Maybe.” “What was it like?”

“Just sit on the damn couch and tell me what your problem is.” Squeaking, she obliges—however, not on the couch but on the chair before me. I blink multiple times at her smile. “Please, stop that. It’s weird.” She reels back, chortling. “Guess what?” I purse my lips and tilt my head. “What?” Her smile falls off. “Brooklyn not being here made you such a cranky grouch.” Her words sting, but I don’t show it. “Brooklyn viewed my status.”