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“You’re also those things. But there’s more room.” He looked at his glass. “I write more carefully than I speak,” he said. “I’ve always written what I mean. Speaking, I sometimes mean things before I’ve found the words for them.” “That’s what the novel is about,” she said. He looked at her. “Yes,” he said. “The gap between the meaning and the expression of it,” she said. “Thomas and Mathilde stop being able to close the gap.” “Yes,” he said. “What closes it?” she said. “In the novel, nothing. But in theory.”

"I read that book a dozen times over, in my old life. It never once occurred to me to look at it as an object rather than simply a story." "Because something about it never sat quite right with me, even before you started asking questions about your mother." Sophia's expression turned faintly rueful. "I've read a great many novels in my life, Amber, popular ones, the sort every drawing room in the city eventually acquires a copy of. This one never circulated the way a genuinely popular novel does. I couldn't recall ever hearing it discussed at a single gathering, couldn't recall a single other person mentioning having read it, and yet somehow it found its way into your household specifically

"The novel that you chose to read is nice but tje ending is making me sad until now." He nodded like he's so interested on what she's saying but the truth is his hand is in the verge of strangling her neck until she ran out of breath. This is his father's mistress, for fuck sake! "Hmm, yes this novel is nice but I don't like the whole plot." "And why is that? Would you mind to share with me why you didn't like it? The truth is I admired the courage of the wealthy woman here that he chose to fought for her feelings to the man she truly love."

I whispered. “You — what?! Did he break up with you? How come you didn’t tell that to me?” she asked. “I forgot. I was kinda preoccupied with everything and I couldn’t do anything, so I needed a break. That’s why you didn’t see me at my apartment because I was fixing myself so I could write again. You know that I love my career and many of my readers are waiting for my next book, but it turns out that it got rejected because it didn’t pass the company’s standard. They just said that my novel isn’t good for the reader’s preference. The hell! Why can’t they just admit that it didn’t pass their standard?” I ranted because I still can’t believe why my novel got rejected like that, even if it’s a

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She then pulls out her phone and does exactly that while I stand still, for once not having a clue what to say or how to respond. Ella: We Were Liars sat on my bedside table, finished and ready to find a new home on my bookshelf. My heart kind of broke after reading it, but still, the novel was great nonetheless. I feel like novels that bring out strong emotions in you are the best novels, the ones that you can't put down, the ones that make you laugh out loud, the ones you want to throw across the room and rip out the pages, and lastly the ones that make you cry. Those are ones that truly hit you, render you speechless, and make you think about it for days after.

She then opened her online novel app and checked the notification for the latest episode update of the ongoing novel she was following. Suddenly, Emily burst into laughter as she began to read the romantic comedy novel. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, her beautiful eyes followed along. Reading romantic comedy novels was always a mood booster for Emily. Besides enjoying the fantasy, Emily also gleaned moral lessons from them. For her, reading was not just about entertainment but also about capturing the positive side, which was the main goal of every writer.

Henry did not fail to give me a wink and a thumbs up. "And how about you?" "I...I became a member of the novel club...hehe." I scowled. “Why?” When I inquired why the three students who sat around Henry all looked at me with disgust. They had a negative impression of Riel from the moment they met. Riel appeared to be someone who was using Eliza's name to appear great and noble. The novel club didn't have a single commoner among its members. Why? Because ordinary people do not have the luxury of reading books or novels. What commoner would read a book instead of working to earn a living?

Hello, lovely readers! I hope you're all doing well. I know it's been a while since I last updated this story, and I was surprised to see it promoted on the app. I hope you can forgive me, but the reason for the delay is simply put, you know how movies get canceled on N*****x due to low view counts—yes, it happens in the novel world too. However, since all of you have shown up for this story, I've decided to continue with the updates! Thank you for the gems; please keep them coming because they really help the book a lotttt!

Hello, dear readers! How are you all this week? I hope well and healthy. I come through this note to clarify a few things. 1. Thank you for reading the novel. 1.1. Leave a Review on the novel and comment, I want to know if you are enjoying the novel. Believe me, your comments are the biggest part of the motivation for me to be writing. 2. I'm sorry for the long delay in postings. 3. I have some physical and mental health issues that make me disappear from time to time on publishing sites.