What's Our Problem Book Review Novels & Stories

Although they tried to mask it, I could see that they were exhausted. “The Book finally said something,” I began once everyone was well seated. “I hope it includes how we can push a burning stick into that motherfucker's ass?” Kaleb asked, twirling a glass of wine. He was always eating, as I'd observed. “Unfortunately, it didn't. Its revelation isn't much use either.” I sighed, and repeated the words I'd told Zeke earlier on. “So, I've taken it upon myself to seek for a solution.” I said, scanning each of their faces. I deliberately didn't tell them what exactly the Book had shown me.

Behind me, Myra walked over with a cup of coffee. I leaned against my office desk, looking down at him. "How could it be? You've done nothing wrong. My life is pretty great." He said nothing. Soon, he faded from my life, just like the others. Myra handed me a document. I thought it was a contract, but when I opened it, it was a sketch of my profile. "Mr. Todd, do you have time tonight for dinner?" She held out her hand, and I took it with a smile.

Her sobs intensified along with her fear. "Great." Hannah did not press the matter any further. As if she'd remembered something, she retrieved an item from her bag. "I promised I'd get you a present last time. Here." The mention of a present had Andrew jumping up in anticipation once more. He looked away to not seem too eager. The smell of paper and fresh ink greeted him. A thick book lay in front of him, its cover engraved with a few bolded words. "Jimmy Oliver's Mathematical Analysis Problem Set," it read.

It was to fulfill her promise to Dave. But, to be honest, she was a little hesitant to go to the bookstore with the only hope of finding something. There were many books, of course, and it confused her. Which one to buy it? The introduction seemed boring—she spent a more extended time skimming some chapters—and some too business was very confusing. She could only blink blankly, not understanding at all. Moreover, there were many. She should have asked for his recommendation. She picked up a fairly thick book, around four centimeters. It had ‘Profit’ in the title. And as the title suggested, it talked about how to make a profit in any business.

Was he not going too overboard with this…? Dr. Weir continued, “Don’t think too much. These books are giving me a headache, and you don’t know how annoying it gets. I’ve known each of these books too well, and all the apprentices fought against one another just to get these books. Look, as their senior, it’ll seem biased no matter who I handed them to—this is a recipe for trouble. Also, the properties, companies, and factories are merely worth a penny or two. Is it worth it for them to kill one another?”

I see David at the corner of my eyes , watching us. “Oh trust me , I will not say a thing – don’t want any one else to be scarred for life…” I chuckle. “Oh please…you have been blessed to see such romance – better than any porn video you will ever see” I chuckle at her. “That is what you think… You know I came across a book called “ How to please your man properly?” I think I should let you borrow it , so you can up your performance…” she gasps at what I say.

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

"All four. Independently. They do not know each other's reviews. They all arrived at the same phrase." I looked at the rose. "The pilot program title," I said. "Yes," she said. "The documentary series title. The methodology framework title. And now the phrase four independent reviewers used to describe what your book does." She paused. "Natalie. I think the book and the methodology and the documentary have become a single thing. A single body of work. The inside view. As a concept. As a framework. As a way of understanding what has been missing from every room that has made decisions about people who were not in them."

I asked, my heart racing already. Francesco finally opened his mouth. “The Black Book contains all the past histories of the Mafia families in New York and some other parts of the world.” I wanted to laugh as I found nothing risky in the statement he just made. “Then, how is that a problem?” “Really, Damsel?” He let out a sigh. “Looks like you don't know what is at stake here. It can affect us both. And in a big way. Trust me when I say that.” He pressed his words.