Novel & Cerita The Green Book Novel

I walked into the inner part of the book shop and excused myself after I belched. “This one is Six Thousand Naira”. “If you interrupt mw again, you won’t like what I’ll do to you…” The shopkeeper saw my countenance and left me alone, before going to fetch cellophane bag. He picked up the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records and bagged it, and waited patiently for me to pick another book. I soon picked The Family by Mario Puzo and Carol Gino. I was handing the novel to the shopkeeper, who was already with a calculator, when I saw it. It was a dark hardcover book, with pink and dark designs. I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands.

The entire hall smells of old books and bleach. Row after row of neatly lined books with their spines facing outward, colour-coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order. She scanned slowly until her eyes met Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a yellow sun". She took it out, and then went behind in search of a place to sit and devour the book.

Because it was the missing green book. But something was place on top of the book, a piece of paper and something was written on it. The Hebrew Alphabet again, she thinks. Since the green book was also with her, she decided to used it to translate the given letters. [N] [A] [M] NAM? "Man..." She whispered. "Free Man....?" And she stiffened in realization. "So it was him..." She said to herself. "You found me huh?" And before she can react, she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her abdomen...and everything went black.

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

“I can get it for you. What’s the name of the book?” I froze. I couldn’t come out and name it; the book didn’t necessarily have a title, per se. I ran a hand through my hair, leaving it standing on end. “It doesn’t have a title.” Another pause. “Your… book doesn’t have a title?” “It’s not really a book, necessarily. More of a series of historical notes.” “Ok,” Mark said, clearly unphased. “What does it look like?” “It’s dark green.” “How do you know?” Mark mused. He had a point.

He headed straight to the bookshelf where his favorite books were kept in the color-coded arrangement rather than by alphabetical order or chronological sequence like his friend did. His lengthy and calloused-free fingers graze the green color section of his shelf. His eyes that gleamed like the amethyst were fixated onto the book with a unique shade of green—as if it was a shade that was close to glowing. He chose the book by its color and brought it with him as lounged like a lazy Cheshire cat against the plush maroon-colored sofa. I deserve this moment of peace after doing such tiresome things.

Then he bent down and rummaged through his turtle shell backpack, pulling out a gaudily covered book. He stuffed it into Yosef's hands. "My sister will come to pick me up later, could you read me a novel first?" Yosef looked down at the novel handed to him. The gaudy cover featured a strange title—"Cold CEO's Ninety-Nine Days of Wife-Chasing: Sweetheart, Don't Run." He frowned; Is this novel suitable for kids? Looking at the author's name again, Godber. Just from the name, it felt like this person lacked talent.

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

she replied, setting the book aside, giving him her full attention, and leaning her body towards Liam, who hugged her from the side. This scene made George want to throw the book towards Liam, but he refrained himself. Why is this man trying to let him eat dog food? He's not a single dog anymore, but why does he keep on eating dog food? George took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself for the conversation ahead. Solace is pregnant, so he needed to be careful with his words. "I need to ask you about something important," he began, his gaze searching hers for any hint of deception. He wanted to know everything, and he hoped that Solace would tell him something that would calm his heart an