The Little Friend Book Review นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You will? “She asked as she looked at him. “Why?” “Because you can count me as a friend.” He said as he grinned and stood up. That was when he really noticed how small she was. Though he was not as tall as her brother, he was close to his height. She was tiny in comparison. “I didn’t realize how small you are.” “Oh. Does that bother you?” Henni asked as she picked up her bag and placed it on her shoulder. She slipped her phone into it, and then she reached over to shut down her computer.

21: Piecing All Together (1.1) AT THAT SAME MOMENT, Lei was chilling on a monoblock chair with a book in his left hand. On the book's front cover, says "Life is meaningless" with a majestic bold and italic golden font. Despite the fact that there's dust and cobwebs hovered all around him, he was able to maintain an elegant and graceful demeanor. On his face, was a slight, relaxing smile.

I walked past the small section of literature in translation that I had, in another life, spent long careful Saturdays in, and I went to the back wall where the shelves run floor to ceiling and the light is yellow and the carpet smells the way the carpet in bookstores smells, which is a smell I would, if I had been asked to identify it, only have been able to call *the past. I stopped at the shelf with the Cs. I want to tell you about the book. The book was a novel I had loved when I was twenty-three. It had been the book I had read on the F train every morning that year, on the way to my first warehouse job in Long Island City. It had been the book I had pressed into the hands of two colleg

I replied, shaking his hand briefly before pulling it back, a tingle left in its place. “So, Kalia, what’s so captivating in that book of yours that you almost missed the best coffee in town?” He nodded toward my cup. I tilted my head, considering him. “You are assuming I don’t already know that this place has the best coffee.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough. But now I’m curious about the book.” I held it up, the cover facing him. “It’s a mystery novel. Keeps me on my toes.” He leaned in slightly, intrigued. “A mystery, huh? So, you like solving puzzles?”

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.

’ I shook my head at the memory, whispering a silent prayer for her. I believed his stories. Every patient he talked about felt real. Their troubles sounded like things that could happen to anyone, a stroke of bad luck at the bad moments, getting hit by a drunk driver on the way to a child’s recital, or missing a few checkups and ending up with a failing liver. His stories made me grateful for being able to experience last night. “A sandwich. Are you hungry?” Jo replied, asked, and then caught himself. “Of course you’re hungry. It’ll be ready in a minute,” Jo finished.

It was exactly the kind of book a five-year-old would get excited about. I wondered how long Adrian had spent choosing it. My phone buzzed again. Another message from him. “Thank you for letting me do that.” I read the words before answering. “It was a small thing.” His reply came quickly. “Small things matter.” I leaned back against the couch. “Yes,” I said. “They do.” There was a pause before his next message appeared. “Did they smile when they opened it?” “Yes.” Another pause. “I wish I could have seen that.”

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.

DELIA I finally knocked on the door and when I heard a reply, I opened the door and walked inside. Levi's head was buried inside a book. I felt like crying. A few weeks back, he was lying almost lifeless but there he was, stronger and healthier. All thanks to the almighty for sparing his life. "Hi," I said. He must have thought I was a nurse or a doctor and that's why he didn't bother to check. But after I made my entrance recognizable by speaking, he looked away from his book.