Think Like Man Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 4 TO BREATHE AIDEN I always thought this house was big enough to hide all of my insecurities but lately I’ve realized how stupid I was. Unless I remodel it into the statue of liberty I’ll have no such luck. I drop my book back on the library shelf, immediately commencing my panic push ups; movement always helps my thoughts flow well.

“I want to tell you what kind of book it is. Not what the back cover says you’ve read that. What I think it actually is.” I looked at the room. “It’s a book about a man,” I said. “Specifically, a particular man his hands, his voice, the strong black tea he drank every morning for thirty years, the way he cried at my school graduation and didn’t pretend he hadn’t. The way he cooked on Saturday afternoons and believed, without sentimentality, that paying full attention to the small things was the substance of a life.” I paused. “It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. W

Sherly leaned back, crossed her arms in her chest, and spoke, “Ma’am, do you think talking to me like this now, trying to kill me with those glares, will change the fact that everything is like this now? Ev "Even though you spout nonsense to me right now, it won't change the fact that everything has been done.”

I said and he stopped rambling and his eyes met mine. “I never thought like that. I just wondered why she kept lying to you, nothing more. I don't think you are any less smart. You are the first man who I have seen who read so many books. Fiction and nonfiction. Poems. Biography. Autobiography. You read them all, a reader can never be dumb!” I let out, staring into his orbs. To be honest I think that I had spoken too much. There was silence between us for some second before he nodded.

He looked like a character from a spy novel, and Anne and Tris exchanged a curious glance. "Can I help you?" Tris asked, trying to sound friendly and welcoming. The man smiled, his lips curling up in a sly grin. "I'm looking for a book," he said, his voice low and smooth. "A very special book. It's not on the shelves, I'm told." Anne and Tris exchanged a skeptical glance. What kind of book could this man be looking for? "What's the title of the book?" Tris asked, trying to sound neutral.

In the picture, Harold was listening intently to a doctor in a white coat, while Jacob sat obediently beside him. Susan's face was only half visible in the corner of the frame, but she was smiling brightly. The caption read. "I thought I'd hit rock bottom, only to realize a new path was waiting just ahead. I'm so lucky that you're always here." I thought I'd be angry when I saw the post. Yet, to my surprise, I felt nothing. It felt like I was observing two strangers who no longer had any connection to me. I liked the post and commented, "Such a lovely family. Congratulations."

Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dumas. "Intellectual," I muttered. "Great." I wished there were more books on other topics, like math or anatomy and physiology. Then again, I hadn’t explored the whole place. It might have them. Somewhere. I spotted a section on economics and business. I pulled one out, flipping through it. It was filled with charts and graphs about logistics, shipping routes, and import tariffs. Boring, but maybe useful. If I was going to be stuck here, I was going to learn how his mind worked. If he was a businessman, I’d learn to speak his language.

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.

She exclaimed while running behind the old man to keep up with him. "M-Miss!" The two maids exchanged glances as they trembled with the thought that something bad might happen to their Lady. Meanwhile, just a floor above them, the old man opened a safe from the uppermost shelf. Anyone would notice how he carefully placed all the books about mana inside that big safe, but he didn't use any keys to open it, somehow it seemed like he had been taking books in and out of the safe. "Here are the books you want." He said, putting down all the books on the table beside the window.

I said wondering when daddy became this boring or Annie might have rubbed off on him. Annie hardly read these kinds of books. “Oh, darling, I've been too focused on human psychology these days and guess what I figured?” He asked genuinely excited, but kept his eyes glued to the words written on the pages of the book. “What?” “I figured books are the only things that have true meaning and hold both truth and lies, life and death… happiness and misery -” he glanced up from his book and at me, before turning back to them. “- A man who reads can rule by learning the art of manipulation,” he said, his smile wicked and wanton.