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On December 16th it was Jane Austen's birthday! She was born in 1775, making it her 250th birthday and there were many celebrations happening across the globe. If you went to any events, or maybe read one of her books, or watched an adaptation, I'd love to know what you did to celebrate! And if you missed the day it's never too late to crack open that good ol' Pride & Prejudice, or perhaps Persuasion if you're feeling more melancholic, or maybe Emma if you're looking for a good laugh.
By The Austen Shelf22 days ago in BookClub
Introducing N.J. Knox: . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
There’s a moment I’ve started to recognize in certain romance novels—the point where desire stops being about want and starts being about consequence. It’s a quiet pivot, often marked not by a kiss but by a decision. In N.J. Knox’s work, that moment is the story.
By Jane Carty 24 days ago in BookClub
The Theft of Ideas Reveals Emptiness
When someone steals another person’s ideas, it does not speak to the value of what was taken, but to the emptiness of the one who steals. An idea may be repeated, but its essence cannot be transferred into a mind that did not give birth to it.
By A.Petrovski24 days ago in BookClub
THE LOCKED ROOM
One fine morning, the clouds loomed ominously in the sky. A light rain began to sprinkle its eerie blessings upon the Earth. My father was preparing for his duty, unaware of the dark turn his day would take. In those days, mobile phones were non-existent, and transportation was scarce. Yet, my father managed to reach his office on time. Shortly after, he received a transfer letter that would change everything. He was to move to the Primary Health Centre, as there was no one left to tend to the accounts department. He informed my mother to pack our belongings and prepare for a move to a remote rural area, at that time my mother was pregnant, having 5 months child with her. Within six or seven days, we relocated to our new house, a place that promised both dread and excitement.
By Softwardai 25 days ago in BookClub
Tag you're Dead
The Girl Who Stole Death Mara Vale dies on a Tuesday. The stairwell smells like bleach and rusted rainwater. Someone has taped a crooked motivational poster to the wall—KEEP GOING—its corners curling like dead leaves. The fluorescent light above her flickers, stuttering between existence and oblivion.
By Dragon Matthew Wood - Hillman26 days ago in BookClub
