Novel & Cerita Thickest Book In The World

In addition, she had filled the basket with plenty of tasty drinks that tasted like fruit juice. It was everything one could possibly want if they were going to lie on a blanket in the beautiful summer sun and read a book about elven history. I lay down on my stomach, placing the book in front of me. It was large and heavy. Just for fun, I flipped to the back—there were no fewer than four hundred and forty-nine pages in the book. And that was only volume one! I wondered how many volumes there were in total. I opened the big book and could smell the traces of time in it. All I hoped for was that it wouldn’t be too dry to read.

Her back and joints were stiff, her eyes were hurting from the non-stop reading, and she had already sneezed way too many times from the dust. The book she was reading now was a huge, oversized volume with thick leather binding, cracked along the spine. It probably weighed ten pounds, and was at least twelve inches wide and long. She had it opened to the middle of the book, and each page she turned crackled with age. The pages were thick, so much thicker than those of modern books, and yellow with age. It was a physically gorgeous volume, published in 1661, interspersed with hand-drawn illustrations, some of them in color. Caitlin turned the pages with the utmost care as she went, not wantin

The inscription on the drawer read 'staffs only. “The greatest Alpha in the werewolf history.” He read the title out as he did always. Like almost all the books Yugo have him, it was old. This one had a green book cover, a thick book jacket that had began to peel, not the greatest sight. The book had weight. As usual, he opened the last page to know how many pages. It was numbered in Roman numerals so he couldn’t tell how many pages but it was certain that it was over a thousand page.

and I showed him the book I am holding. “Is that your story, right?” Syrel asked and she gets the book away from me. “What the heck. There is nothing inside” she reacted when she saw the content of the book. “It’s just a sample handbound of my story. Besides, where are calculating how we can put all of it in just one book. Look at it, it’s thick because it has 500+ pages” I explained to her. “So don’t expect that it has contents now because it’s just a sample” I added.

"Do you know what this is?" Samuel and Lu Ruoxin looked over at the same time and saw that the sweeping old man was holding an extremely worn-out sheepskin book in his hand. The dust on it and the old book were connected together, making the book look like a pile of sand. "A million years ago, in the war between immortals and demons, all living creatures were plunged into misery and the people were homeless. However, in the Easternmost Continent of Eight Direction World, it was like a peach source to avoid wars. The main reason was that it was located in a remote place. More importantly, there was a top master, Taoshou Venerable, living in the Easternmost Continent at that time."

I shove it back onto the shelf, the motion stirring a cloud of dust that stings my eyes. Finally, in the dimmest section of the floor, I spot it: A History of the Mate Bond. Its faded red leather cover is cracked with age, barely holding the book together. My heart sinks as I pull it free. The book is massive, easily over two thousand pages, the weight of it pulling at my arms.

A very big thick book that was tucked away on a lower shelf caught my eye. It had elaborate catchy designs carved into its surface and its back was strange and hard—almost like stone. Even in this room of wonders it appeared antiquated enigmatic and completely out of place. I was driven by my curiosity which was always my downfall. Reaching for it I took it off the shelf. Its weight was unexpectedly greater than its appearance. It resisted my attempts to open it. Not only was it closed but it was also bound and nearly sealed. Instead of using a lock an organic substance that resembled thin hardened vines or entwined prickly twigs wrapped around the cover and held it closed.

He spoke sensually as a smile broke between his lips, "Did you feel anything?" "Huh?," She asked unable to grasp his last words. "The book?, did you feel anything holding it?," "I think so, I can't quite explain it, but it felt something, like a surge of energy when I came In contact with it," She explained vaguely yet enough for Leon to understand. The book in her grasp contained the highest concentration of dark magic in comparison to any other books in the Library. It was a book that linked the portal between the world of the living and the world of the dead.

Michelle said as she showed Hailey a thick and elegant book. It was a thick and large book, obviously very heavy. Its name was, “The History of Fashion.”

It feels like another world, one dedicated solely to books. “Come on... it’s huge, you could get lost in here,” he says, offering his hand. I take it, interlocking my fingers with his. It feels natural as we traverse the endless hallways, home to what must be the largest bookshelf in the world. After a while, we come across a section of books. He reaches for a dark brown one, high up on the shelf. The book is as thick as a dictionary, dusty and old. He blows at it, sending minuscule grains of dirt scattering.