Novel & Cerita Silly Books

“What’s your favourite book?” ‘Um… my favourite book… maybe the Kiss Me Softly series or In the Storm with You, but I also like Feeling Again and The Southern Brothers series. Between Us is my favourite sappiest romance, but not my favourite… Ugh, just pick one.’ “I can’t decide which book is my favourite. There are just so many that I love to choose from.” I sighed, defeated by my inability to decide on just one. My brain was so stressed that I was sure steam was coming out of my head with how hard I was thinking.

One time at work I'd even heard a co-worker called me the-Squidward-from-spongebob. Exactly why I hated them. That morning I'd just gotten up and, traditionally, said my good mornings to Sam triple zero eight, then the story stroke up. We were having a conversation of a book I'd just finished reading, 'No, Mr Harry Botter, do not turn me into a witch.' Believe me, it was a real book alright. The author was named Harry Botter, so he was the main character of his novel. Stories like that, what do they call them again? Paranormal stories, they were always fun to read. Partly because they were stupid, other part, they were nonsense. Nothing but ridiculous lies.

Why can't they just have one or two really good books, instead of three or four adequate ones? I pick up one of them, see that it's about good and evil fairies that are at war, and quickly put it back. I am not reading four hundred pages of fake conflict and two fairy hunks fighting over a fairy princess. Give me a cliché werewolf or vampire story any day.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

“You’re not being sarcastic? In a ‘silly books for silly girls’ way?” “Bruce is brilliant. She reads smart books written by smart women for smart readers who happen to be girls.” “Maybe. Someday.” “Why not today?” “It takes forever, and it’s a passion project, not a career path. What if I suck? What if people hate it? What if I spend all this time and energy only for everyone to tear it apart because it’s fundamentally cutesy and predictable? I’m not trying to reinvent literature, you know? I like cutesy and predictable because the world’s unpredictable enough. There’s war and nuclear weapons and sharks.”

Silas looks at me, brows furrowed, eyes glazing over with an emotion I can’t identify just yet. “I’ve been reading this book,” I begin, “And it got me thinking. It’s a romantic fantasy, of course, but that’s just what it is, a book. There’s no way Werewolves are real, just like Vampires aren’t real. Imagination is a curious thing because somehow, we created these species in our mind, put them in books and sell them to thousands of people. The concept of Werewolves is ridiculous, don’t you think?” “Really?” Silas frowns at me.