Novel & Cerita The Book Was Better

But, because for the first time, his pack actually sounded like home to me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A/n Hi there, everyone!! I became so inspired to write when I saw two new reviews. In addition to this, my book was featured under GoodNovel’s homepage. Thus, I became so happy. Leave a review to celebrate this milestone, please. I hoped you liked this chapter.

And alas, so it ends. Here we are again, at the end of another adventure. And this was, quite possibly, one of the most difficult endings I've ever written. Thank you so much for stopping by and for all the support. I see all of you, and I appreciate every single one of you. The gems, the comments, even the little suggestions and observations along the way - I so enjoy reading your thoughts. This book was a little more plot heavy, denser, and moodier than I expected it to be. Hopefully, the next one won't be quite so... depressing and bleak. Thanks for sticking around. I appreciate you. Much love, Celice

It was harder to be angry at quiet. On the third evening he came home with a book. Not flowers I would have been suspicious of flowers, they felt like a move, something selected by someone who’d googled how to apologize to your wife. A book was different. He set it on the kitchen counter while I was making tea and didn’t make a thing of it, just left it there and went to change out of his suit. I looked at it.

She stumbled on the sudden push and tried to balance herself while breathing hard but unable to do so and fall back on the floor. RV: You know what... I tried... I really tried but, I never liked the used products and so I think you are not of my standard and taste... (Saying this he left the room ... once again bolted it from outside leaving back a broken soul crying on her life and its miseries... So ...... done with the next chapter..... I hope you like it... Whether you liked it or not ..... if there is any confusion or anything you want to share with me regarding the book and update.... please do comment... as a writer it will help me to know your preferences and improve my work... Love

“It is preferable to read the book than to watch the film. It truly disappointed me.” Simon chuckled. “The movie is nice,” he said. “The sequence of the story is identical to what is written in the books.” “I beg to disagree. The scene is very different from what is written in the book.” Luna’s complaint. “They cut the best scene in the book. They didn’t do justice to the beautiful story. They’ve screwed up the story.” Simon opened the back seat and dropped off what they had purchased. “Of course, what do you expect? They put exactly what’s in the book,” said Simon

For now, I think it is best to keep this suspense building on. Please, I would love it if you give my second book a chance. Believe me, it will be worth your time. It is so much better than my first book and I really hope that you enjoy reading it. Thank you!

“Makes sense.” That surprised me a little. I expected a comment. Or judgment. Or that usual tone he used when he thought something was pointless but didn’t care enough to argue. Instead he just… accepted it. So I leaned into the conversation instead. “This book is actually good,” I said, tapping it lightly. “It’s mostly poetry centered on grief and memory and how people pretend they’re okay when they’re not.” His eyes flicked down to it again. “Sounds depressing.” “It’s not depressing,” I said immediately. “It’s emotional.”

The softness of each page with its hardened exterior sent a warmth through my body that no human could ever provide me. It’s been so long since I was able to actually hold a book like this in my hands; the astronomy book that Bob had given me to study was alright. It was better than nothing, but it didn’t give me that same sense of purpose and mystery as a book with a story does. Transporting my brain somewhere different; somewhere peaceful; somewhere that change is possible, and no dream is too big.

I flipped the book open to a random pace, surprised to find the inexperienced writing of a child. I wasn't prepared for a strong gust of magic to snare me, yanking me headfirst into the book. This magic was different from that in the library. In the library, I was inside the memory itself. This was more like watching it on a television screen, which made me feel just a bit better. The only problem was that the image I saw seemed blurred in some areas. I realized it was from the charred pieces of the book. The book had been damaged by the fire, and so was the memory inside.

First, let me tell you something. I am so happy and flattered that you're reading my book. I know I have many mistakes, spelling or other but I am trying my best to make this special. I received messages like "Your book is like Gray's Anatomy." No it's not -.- It just has a story with doctors and Seattle. Big deal. But yes, the GA is my favorite show so yes, I did get inspired by it. I assure you, it is NOT nor WILL BE like GA. I do not copy anything.