The 100 Books Original Covers の小説・ストーリー

I was afraid of touching it when he handed it to me. “This is the last of the four copies the author had made. You can read it if you like. I am giving this to you.” “In The Gods Own Hands, ” I read the title out loud. Lambskin. The book was covered with lambskin. No wonder it looked ancient, especially with a magnificently done engraving of the title and the author’s name. “Why would you give this to me?” I asked, looking at him who leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed to his chest and eyes locked on me

He thanked her and focused on arranging the books properly; the last thing he wanted was for the father to tell his mother that the books were poorly organized, which would lead to sermons he couldn't bear. The books he was organizing had titles in Roman and Greek. They dated back to ancient centuries, their covers were faded and old, and so were their illustrations. Most of them were about Christianity, some about sects related to it or sects against it. He just wanted to finish quickly. He crouched down to pick up another pair of books when the cover of one of the books, which was in a large pile, caught his attention. He took it in his hands, removing the dust. Out of all the books he had

He was a greenhorn in the finding of books here since he had never been in here talk more of finding books for the Alpha. Another thing why this library was different was because most of the books in here were strange. They were very strange and most of them were large books with hard spines and gold or silver letterings. Most of them did not have any pictures in their fronts; there was usually only a plain brown, black or white cover and then the name of the book with that of the author's. It was a bit unnerving to see books like that especially since all the books I had known since childhood were the ones that had colorful pictures and drawings in them. I wasn't used to these types of book

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.

I wanted to reject her offer again, but she got a call just then, so I gave up. I waited for her until the sky gradually darkened. After dinner, Bianca poured me a glass of water, and I retrieved some pills from my backpack. Just as I was about to swallow them, she suddenly snatched the pills from my hand. She frowned deeply as she stared at the pills. Her expression was solemn as she asked me, "Is this… Zoloft?" I was surprised. I hadn't expected her to recognize these pills. But I felt distressed almost immediately after that. It was as if someone had finally found out about a secret I'd been trying to hide for a long time.