What Happened To You Book Review 소설 & 이야기

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

"Thank you for never giving up on me." "I will never give up on you, Ezra. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever." --- The book was published a year later. It was a success. Critics praised its honesty. Readers praised its courage. The story of a girl who had been lost and found her way home resonated with people around the world. Vienna stood at the book launch and looked out at the crowd. Ezra was in the front row. Her mother was beside him. Baby Silas was on her lap.

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

As you can see from the title, this isn't a chapter, however, I just wanted to clear something up. This book is true, its 100% true and infact I have left a lot of things out because it would have been too much personal stuff to share. As you read the ending and remember everything you have read so far, please, just keep in mind that this actually happened to me.

The abrupt change left her in a state of bewilderment, her thoughts racing as she grappled with the unexpected turn of events. [Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my book! Hope you are enjoying it! Please support me by leaving me a rating and review! Your precious words mean the world to me! Love you all!]

"How did you get this book and from where did you buy it ?”, the manager asked me with shocking reaction on his face “ Actually even I am also not sure how it exactly came to me but while I was flying for Brazil I stumbled upon this book which was in my bag and it seemed quite interesting to me so without any further delays I just started reading it, but unfortunately whatever the incidences which are written in this book are coming into life as it is happening to me in reality which is totally baffling me”, I told the manager about everything

For the first time, hesitation crept into my heart. It was not because of Phoebe. It was because I realized that the trip had been like a mirror, reflecting parts of myself I had always avoided seeing. I began to wonder whether I had long grown tired of a life that felt too predictable, only lacking the courage to admit it. One weekend, Shanine brought up the idea of taking another short trip with Phoebe. Looking into her hopeful eyes, I suddenly understood something. Once a secret existed, it would never truly disappear.

One I wouldn't have. That's why when he kept writing to me, I remained reluctant to reply until I couldn't take it anymore and read the book. I devoured it in a day, ending up crying a lot over a love story that didn't happen, that didn't materialize, that ended up shattered by the wounds of revenge. In my life, things had gone wrong, but in the fictional world, things could be even worse. Alessio: How did you find the book? Amaya: I hate the author; I hate that she gave them that ending and destroyed such an intense relationship. So... I don't know, you tell me how I could be.

It quickly became my sanctuary, it was one of a kind. Back at my old pack, I never had the chance to enjoy a library. I was always too busy with chores or trying to avoid getting beaten or trying to get my wounds cleaned. Now, I had the library to myself. Most of the time, I'd pick a book and take it back to my room, as the library was often crowded. I was lying on my bed, engrossed in another book—Beast of Vengeance. It was an intriguing read, filled with twists and turns. The story centered on a man consumed by the rage of revenge after losing everything. As he gave in to the darkness, it was clear that he had also lost himself. It had a tragic ending.

Whether she was willing to listen to me or not, I was going to do what I wanted to. I dropped the idea of going back to check up on Darius as Hazel got into describing what had happened in the book she'd just finished reading. Apparently, it was a love story between a mafia heir and a runaway princess. While I would always jump on an opportunity to read, I couldn't help but countdown the minutes that was left till it was time. Around an hour later, the said time arrived