The Notebook Parents Guide Novels & Stories

"There is never a wrong time to bring up evidence." "I know that now. I didn't know it then." A pause. "Is it useful? What do I have?" "I won't know until I see it. Can you bring the notebook to me today? Without mentioning it to your parents first?" "Should I not tell them?" "I want to review what you have before we bring them in. If it's what you're describing, they'll need to know, and I want to be able to tell them in a controlled way rather than have them find out piecemeal." A brief pause. "Is that all right with you?"

Mom hands it to me, and I take it with shaky breath as I’m transported back to the fear, pain, and grief of that moment. I try to hold back the tears as Mom continues digging around in her bag. She’s struggling enough with her own grief. I don’t need to burden her with mine. Mom pulls out some sort of notebook and hands it to me. I tentatively open it, scanning just a few words before I snap it shut. “This is Dad’s journal. I’m not going to read his private thoughts.” Mom gently pushes the notebook toward me, pointing to a piece of paper marking a page about three quarters of the way into it.

"Look!" She showed him the notebook. "W-What's that?" "I don't know. I just saw that in your car when I'm searching for my bracelet." Ferran immediately took the notebook and opened every page. He seemed so shocked by what he found out. "What's inside uncle?" Blair was about to peek but Ferran immediately closed the notebook. "This is only for policemen's work. You should go to bed and sleep." Ferran became serious and maybe... nervous? Blair was curious about the content of the notebook she had found but her uncle didn't allow her to know what it was all about.

“It shifts the measure of a life.” She looked over at him. “We were never trying to be permanent.” “No,” he agreed. “We were trying to be permeable.” She smiled. “Let it pass through. Let it become.” --- 11:44 PM — Bedroom The notebook rested on her lap. The one they had decided not to include in the official canon. Its cover said: Notes for After. In it were pieces. Questions that they had not solved. Phrases too gentle to be clauses. Such as:

I knew that notebook. "... How..." I whispered. My father carried that notebook everywhere when I was little. He never let anyone touch it. He pushed it gently towards me. "I believe..." he said quietly, "...this belongs to you." My hands shook violently as I reached for it. Before my fingers could touch the cover—

Willow's Pov I had only one suitcase, but it was heavy. I’d grabbed some clothes, but mostly, I’d grabbed the notebooks hidden in the back of my closet. They were thick notebooks, and the heavy notebooks weighed down the suitcase. My mother had left the notebooks to me in her will. My father didn’t seem to care about the notebooks. Maybe he didn’t know what was in them. I did, though. Those notebooks were precious. They contained all of my mother’s perfume recipes, as well as detailed instructions about the different perfumes.

The heavy doors opened slowly, and the quiet space greeted us with the smell of paper and leather. The study looked the same as always. There were tall shelves on the walls that were full of books that had been read for years. There was a large desk sitting near the window, and sunlight came weakly through the glass, lighting up the smooth surface. My father’s chair remained tucked neatly behind it, untouched. Nathan walked toward the desk and placed the leather bag carefully on top. “What is it?” I asked. He slowly opened the bag and took out a dark notebook. The cover looked rough and worn, and the sides were bent from being used for years. My stomach tightened when I saw the familiar hand

After dinner my mother took the notebook and wrapped it carefully in cloth and handed it back to me. "Yours," she said. "I'll put it in the archive," I said. She shook her head. "Not yet. Some things belong to the person they were meant for before they belong to the record." She held my gaze. "When you're ready." I put it in my coat. Next to my father's letter, which had been there since the Hollow. The letter and the notebook. The short version and the long version. The sharp truth and the lived one. On the drive back, the dark of April evening around the car, the territory quiet, Kael said: "The window."

She expresses her thanks and says the car isn't her's. "Still, it's a bit too much for you and what if it wasn't me who stopped you?" Junior said to her and asked and secretly gave her a note. 'After your mother-in-law reopen the case, we learn that there's a notebook missing from your parents' belongings. We found a sheet from the book. If you have it then it's time you start reading it.' The message written on the paper note he gave her, Jhonia smiled and nodded. “I know but who dares to stop a Knight's car, the sign is on the plate.”

He didn't like the idea of eating naked. Tiffany was finishing making their turkey sandwiches in the kitchen. On the table was her purple covered, spiral notebook. Ben noticed it was different from the one they normally used. He sat and opened the cover. In it, he saw his mom's perfect handwriting. Several titles were underlined with what appeared to be summaries under them. She had at least ten outlines. As he was about to read the first, the notebook was quickly snatched from his hands and carried to the other side of the table.