The Notebook Rating Novels & Stories

"The fourth notebook is not a continuation of the third. It is a different kind of record. The third notebook documents what was done to people. The fourth notebook documents how people describe what was done to them. Those are not the same document. One is evidence. The other is testimony. Both matter. Only one belongs entirely to the person who gives it." She buys the fourth notebook on a Thursday at the stationery supply on Silver Hollow's commercial street, which is an ordinary shop that sells pens and paper and notebooks to a city that does not officially exist and that consequently produces more handwritten documentation than most cities of comparable size, because the supernatural com

A strange heaviness settled in his chest. "And?" The assistant swallowed. "There were some personal belongings. Most were collected by her yesterday." She hesitated. Then held out a black notebook. "We found this." Sebastian stared at it. Simple. Worn. Unremarkable. The kind of notebook most people would throw away without a second thought. "We weren't sure whether it should be archived." His gaze lingered on it. Something about it immediately felt important. "Leave it." Relief flooded the woman's face. "Of course, sir."

“Every trace.” 😱 “The world forgot she ever existed.” ⸻ 🌙 The Notebook Without warning— One notebook fell from a shelf. 📖 Landing at Ilyaan’s feet. Its cover contained only one word. ✨ LYRA ✨ 😱 Aariz looked horrified. “That notebook shouldn’t exist.” 💀 Slowly… Ilyaan opened it. The pages were blank. Completely blank. 🌙 Then words started appearing by themselves. As if someone invisible was writing.

I really do not need it anymore so I am now giving it to you. Rhianne's eyes widen in shock. This notebook is full of knowledge and information about movie-making. Rhianne opens the notebook to see what is written inside. The pages are a little bit yellowish and the ink used in writing the words on the paper is fading a little. But Rhianne can still read the words because Director Jamie's handwriting is so neat and classy. "Director, this is too precious for you. I—" "That is why I am giving it to you. For now."

She was holding a thick notebook with a cowhide cover in her left hand, and a paint brush in the other -- the broken magic weapon that Winnie gave her, the one with exactly one protection spell left. Well, should I say, supposedly, broken magic weapon. Knock, knock knock. Someone was at the door. Kitty jumped up from the bed and went to the door with the brush in her hand, leaving the notebook behind. The notebook had an ancient look. The edge of some of its pages were even in curl. But while it looked dusty, it was not fragile. It was quite the contrary: it was as if it was JUST right, by itself. No surrounding was going to effect, or add to, or diminish it in anyway. As if it was in its ow

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Caleb asks as he puts the tray on the bed next to me. I bite my bottom lip. “That would be lovely.” “What movie is your favorite?” The occasions for watching TV were rare, but I have a few movies I like. “Love Story from 1970 and The Notebook.” Caleb chuckles. “You sure do like sad endings, don’t you?” “Well, The Notebook is not quite sad. In the end, they reincarnate into birds.” Caleb laughs. “They do not. But I like the idea of them dying together. Being separated like that from your mate must be very painful….”

“Pencil’s smudged left to right,” Nico murmurs, pointing at Steven’s notebook, which holds who-knows-what. “Frequently happens in leftie bookkeeping.” “Iris is right-handed,” Christian murmurs. He sits up then, handing the notebook to Nico, who explores it further. “Just because you didn’t write it,” Nico says, looking at me over the notebook’s edge, “why should I believe you haven’t seen it?” “What!?” I gasp, leaning forward and staring between Nico and Christian, shocked again that they still don’t believe me. “I don’t know what it is! I wish I didn’t have it! That tiny notebook is ruining my life, if it’s as important as you say!”

I'll just harbor resentment up until he does. I turn the pages of The Notebook, gazing lovingly at it and carefully reading each word. Although I've never been a fan of the romance genre, when I was in the shop earlier today, this book drew my attention and for some reason, it seemed far more interesting than it ever had. I've been unable to put it down since I started reading it.

Thanks to the hat, I know the upper part of my face is covered now. "Really, sir?" Sir? Do I really look old? I took her notebook with a frown on my face. "Nice." I was stunned to hear myself say that. "Really, sir? Thank you." When I looked at him, I was stunned when I saw the blush on her cheek. Beautiful smile. She's the kind of person that can make someone stop and just watch her. I looked at her notebook again. Her writing is so beautiful. Even her mistakes are not messy to look at. I started to understand what was in her notebook. This is easy. Quadratic equation.