Talking Heads The Book I Read Novels & Stories

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

"Head first. If the head does not agree, what is under it is some other wolf's afternoon and I would rather not have seen it." So we read the top strip and nothing else. The book's own name, where that book writes it. The folio number. The shift, and the hours it stood. Then the small marginal reference in the ordinary way — the post book, its folio, the yard-door end — pointing back exactly the way we had come. Yesterday's page had sent us here; this one sent us back there, and neither yet said a word about what had moved. "Head agrees," Ames said, and wrote that it did.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

It brushes the back of my neck and I can feel him right beside me, close enough that his scent wraps around me. My stomach knots. I keep my eyes on the shelves, forcing myself to focus on the rows of titles instead of the way my pulse won’t stop racing. I scan the books until one catches my eye. The title almost makes me laugh, ‘Screwed Up? Here’s Your Reset Button.’ How fitting. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from snickering and grab the book fast. “I think I see another one,” he utters, his voice dipping a little lower now. “Up top.”

I heard him end the quiet, just now acknowledging how I lost myself in thinking. I lifted my head and stared at his scrutinizing look, and allowed my eyes to fall onto the book again before replying, "Certainly not, this book has it all: class conflict, politics, religion, women’s rights, and passion. It makes you think, it makes you reflect on what was and it makes you ponder how we got from one point to another." I expressed it without holding back. I found it refreshing to pour my mind out to someone who doesn't totally detest me.

But he realized after a second that he had been holding it upside down all along. A muscle inside her jaw ticked but she offered him a strained smile. "I guess, I should say what book are you not reading." She plucked the book delicately out of his hands and read out the name. "Black holes and Baby Universes and Other Essays." Her eyes cut through him like a knife, the fear in them was overwhelming and when she spoke her voice was shaky. "Why-why are you reading this?" At first, he didn't understand, but then he did. He remembered when she told him to read this exact book and he had said 'I rather die.'

I looked to the both sides just to make me feel that no one was watching and since everything was clear, I let him do what he wanted to do. “I talked to a girl, and she was a student studying psychology. When I heard her talking about a book which you will be interested in, I presumed, I listened to her explanation and got my interest. The way she speaks, it feels like she knew a lot in terms of your condition.” He explained. I was attentively listening to him with matching my head being nodded, an indication that my undivided attention was to his. Then, he continued his stor,y “Then, she was actually reading the first few chapters of the book and it says more about someone who had same expe

he said, without looking up. I stood there for a few more seconds, then closed the door, went back to my desk, and opened my laptop. We didn’t speak. He read while I worked. The only sounds were the turn of pages, my typing, and the quiet night outside. Fifty-three minutes later he set the book down. He looked at it for a moment before he stood. “There’s a chapter near the end,” he said, not looking at me. “About the way financial structures absorb individual decisions until no single person appears responsible for anything.” He paused. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”

I wanted to take a closer look at that book, unfortunately Jack covered it, I could only give up. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the bad premonitions in my head.

Zayden As soon as I got done showering, I hurried and dried my body and hair, put on my clothes and walk out the door. I see my little mate sitting in the chair I left her in but with a book in hand. I slowly walk over to her and lean on the back of the chair. I notice she is reading my favorite book. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. “How do you like it so far?” I startled her apparently as she jumped as soon as I asked the question.