Novel & Cerita Sarah Reads

"Exactly. So, I'm going to have to put a statement together about the fair, get the word out. I'll call Darcy so she can help me orchestrate it-" "Hold on to your flapping gums, princess," Sarah says from the other end of the library. "I think we need to fix this problem before we can move onto the next one." I'm confused about what Sarah means, and a little offended that she thinks I'm a "gum-flapper," until I see her standing in front of the television staring at it intently with the remote under her arm. My heart beats faster when I see who is on the screen. Wendy Williams. Great.

Emma has been too patient with this woman. Sarah read them all. She had stopped feeling them individually. Suddenly her phone rang she didn't bother checking who the caller is but the the voice came out. “Hi, Ms Irish.” Her heart slammed against her rib.

She is very pale and her eyes are so lifeless that it is almost scary. “Why are you like this, Sarah?” he asks, coming closer to her, and raising a hand to caress her delicate face but she just moves further and taking a book from her shelves she goes to her armchair and sits starting to read from her book. “Your Royal Highness, if you don’t mind” she tells him without giving him not even a single look “ I have another hour until tonight and I would like to finish this book.” “Sarah..” Patrick said and this time he is not annoyed by her attitude to him, but he feels insecure and deeply distressed for not being able to reach her mind and make her smile at him at least one time.

For that reason, Sarah didn't have anyone to talk to, so she decided to grab her book and go to the living room. But her moment of solitude and peace was interrupted by the only person she didn't want to see at that moment. Or ever. "Oh, so you're the only one here doing nothing apparently. Why is that? Don't you know how to do anything else except take care of a silly kid?"

ONE HUNDRED AND ONE: Sarah Sarah Carr ran down her hallway and stopped before a mirror to check her cropped, spiked hair. “Pushing sixty-three but I don’t look a day over forty-five.” Her laughter was a sad, husky sound in this house. Self-affirmations like these got her through the day.

~Jake~ Morning comes, and Sarah's energy is back in full force. She drags us out for brunch at a little café downtown, talking nonstop about family time and how we need to plan a weekend getaway. Maddie seems... distant through it all. Quiet smiles, but her eyes are elsewhere. By afternoon, back home, she's on her phone, texting someone furiously. Sarah notices, leaning over the couch. "Who's that, sweetie? You look so engrossed."

Her eyes raised to me, and soon a beautiful smile tugged her lips, along with the pink colour, marbling on her cheeks. I couldn't help but smile too. Smile at the nonsense. The warmth in my chest. Somehow… how good her hands feel in mine. I liked it. Very much. Too much. “Wanna have something to drink?” I asked as soon as my eyes leaned at the feast right ahead. “Yes, please.” My eyes went to Sarah. Too busy analysing her surroundings. “What is it Sarah?” “I'm looking for my friends,” soon, a sparkling smile appeared on her face as she jolted with excitement. “Oh, there they are. Papa, can I…”

Richard was sitting on the dining table, enjoying his breakfast, while at the same time reading the news on his phone. Suddenly he started hearing footsteps of someone coming down from the stairs. Looking up, he noticed that it was Sarah, and with that, he furrowed his brows in surprise, knowing that on Saturdays, Sarah rarely wakes up early in the morning; if she wakes up earlier, it's around twelve PM; if not, she's capable of sleeping till two PM; and sometimes he's the one who wakes her up in order to be sure that something didn't happen to her while she was sleeping.

"Mine was a bit more complicated." Ethan's expression turned sympathetic. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "But I'm here for you now. And I'm not going anywhere." "What do you like to do for fun, Sarah?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. I smiled, feeling a sense of joy. "I love to read and hike," I said. "There's something about being in nature that just makes me feel alive." Ethan nodded enthusiastically. "I know exactly what you mean," he said. "I'm a big fan of hiking myself. Maybe we can go on a hike together sometime?"

“I’m sure I could introduce you to a few other old timers like me. We all love telling our own versions of the same stories over and over again.” “You are not old Sarah, stop!” I slam my book shut. I cannot take in another word and I am about to call it quits anyway. “Are you frustrated with something in your studies, girly?” Sarah looks at me while Robin checks the endless emails she has on her phone. “You have been rather harsh to your book. Did it offend you?” She chuckles.