Why We Remember Book Review Novels & Stories

"I still remember, Sir." "Hmm ..." He opened his book to the page I was reading earlier. "Do you know why the answer to the given math problem turned out to be four?" I stared at the page he opened. Because I also wanted to learn, I opened the book in front of me and looked for the page that Teacher Anthony was looking at. The math problem that was there was the first lesson I always forgot whenever I memorized the second lesson. I nodded to Teacher Anthony and explained to him why the answer was four in the given example. I just finished going back to that sample problem so it's still fresh in my memory.

But thеrе’ѕ something аbоut meeting thоѕе сhаrасtеrѕ fоr the fіrѕt tіmе, wаtсhіng thеіr ѕtоrу unfоld and taking thаt fіrѕt jоurnеу tоgеthеr thаt саn’t bе rерlауеd. Thаt’ѕ whу I’m sad whеn I fіnіѕh a bооk, bесаuѕе I’m grіеvіng for the characters I hаvе tо say gооdbуе to. Yеѕ, I have a mіllіоn mоrе bооkѕ tо read аnd a mіllіоn mоrе еxреrіеnсеѕ to gо through, but I hаvе a lіѕt оf books thаt have blоwn mе аwа у, thаt have рullеd mе in ѕо I lіvеd еvеrу wоrd оn thе раgе. Thоѕе are thе bооkѕ thаt you don’t fоrgеt, despite being a hundred bооkѕ оn, I’m ѕtіll hungover fоr thе trulу bеаutіful ones I lеft bеhіnd.” “Sо Kellan and Travis and thе others аrе lіkе thе Championship fіnаl fоr mе.”

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Chapter 83 Zara's POV It took a while before I flipped another page. The memories were all setting in, cementing in my mind again. It felt like my life was a book and I was reading through the chapters. Why was I doing this to myself? Why did I want to relive my pain? "Those who disregard the past are bound to repeat their mistakes." I knew that it was not for some grand reason like that. So why was I doing it? Another page.

A faint line appeared across one of the blank pages. Not ink. More like light flowing beneath paper. It curved slowly, forming what resembled part of a circle before fading again. Valerie frowned. "It isn't writing." Evelyn stepped closer. "No." "It remembers." Valerie traced the fading line with her eyes. "Can books remember?" "They can if they were never meant to be books." Silence followed. The answer sounded impossible. Yet nothing about the Origin Book had behaved like an ordinary object since she first touched it. It had never simply contained information.

"Why is Audrey the chosen one, and I'm just the one you want to sell off? We're identical twins. I'm your daughter, too. Why do you hate me so much that you'd marry me off to a 60-year-old man just so you could organize a grand wedding for her?" My voice shook, but I forced the words out. "If you only wanted one child, if you only ever wanted her… then why keep me at all? Why didn't you get rid of me back then?" They didn't even flinch. They showed no regret or shame. They just looked at me with cold eyes and said…

Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves. Thousands. Millions. An endless ocean of golden flames illuminated the darkness. Each flame contained a memory. Each memory belonged to someone whose story had once been erased. Children. Kings. Monsters. Dreamers. Entire civilizations flickered inside the tiny lights. Adrian realized something terrifying. None of those stories had truly disappeared. They had only been waiting. The White Book trembled again. A new sentence slowly appeared. "Every forgotten story remembers its author." The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand.

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I rested back on my chair, slightly bringing the book higher before my face to cover the sight of him. "The first time you felt so much happiness or the time you lost a loved one, even the time you first fell in love or had your heartbroken. Do you wonder why you remember all of it so vividly? Sometimes, even to the tiniest details." He spoke so softly that it was impossible to not listen. "When something strikes with our emotions, we remember them longer..sometimes, forever." There was a short-lived silence before he broke it again. "Will you read this?" He raised a general psychology title from my pile of books.

“What is this?” “A room.” I gave him a look. “I know that.” He shrugged. “You like reading.” I blinked. “How do you know?” “You mentioned it once.” Once. He remembered something I had said once. “You remembered that?” He looked confused. “Why wouldn’t I?” I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know. Because most people forgot things about me unless they were important to them. And apparently, Theodore remembered things because he decided they mattered. I walked further inside. “This is beautiful.”