World Thickest Book Novels & Stories

I walked into the inner part of the book shop and excused myself after I belched. “This one is Six Thousand Naira”. “If you interrupt mw again, you won’t like what I’ll do to you…” The shopkeeper saw my countenance and left me alone, before going to fetch cellophane bag. He picked up the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records and bagged it, and waited patiently for me to pick another book. I soon picked The Family by Mario Puzo and Carol Gino. I was handing the novel to the shopkeeper, who was already with a calculator, when I saw it. It was a dark hardcover book, with pink and dark designs. I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands.

She walked to the bookshelf, the sound of her heels against the wood creating an enchanting sound. “Ask away Galina. I have all the answers.” Her voice was carried out by the walls of the office, making it sound rather non-ordinary. “She mentioned something about the divisions of the world. And I don’t…” My voice faded as she came back holding a very faded leather-covered book, which seemed to have at least 10 thousand pages from how thick it was. She laid it in front of me and began pacing around the office.

It feels like another world, one dedicated solely to books. “Come on... it’s huge, you could get lost in here,” he says, offering his hand. I take it, interlocking my fingers with his. It feels natural as we traverse the endless hallways, home to what must be the largest bookshelf in the world. After a while, we come across a section of books. He reaches for a dark brown one, high up on the shelf. The book is as thick as a dictionary, dusty and old. He blows at it, sending minuscule grains of dirt scattering.

Saturday morning, after breakfast, Don gave Caroline the three books together. Not the individual copies, which she had received over the years of their publication—The Inside Account in the fifteenth year, The Ground Keeps in the sixteenth, The Emergent World in the eighteenth. She had read each one when it was published, had written to them about each one, and had discussed them with Ernest and Don on subsequent visits. But Don had had a set bound together: The Inside Account and The Ground Keeps and The Emergent World in a single volume, the three books bound in dark green leather with a title stamped in gold on the spine: THE INSIDE ACCOUNT / THE GROUND KEEPS / THE EMERGENT WORLD.

If so, they really pissed off the wrong one because he was just going to do the minimum that he had to do and be damned about what happened to them. It had only taken the jurors twenty-four hours to come back with a verdict, they had found Victoria and Julio Reza guilty of embezzlement, intimidation, extortion, murder, and drug trafficking. They, just like their sons, were sentenced to life without parole.