Book of the Day

Whispers in the Red Dust
Once upon a time Dr. Anya Petrova squinted at the Martian sunrise, the thin atmosphere turning the horizon a pale, bruised purple. Ten years. Ten years since she'd left the vibrant blue of Earth for the rusty red of Mars. Back then, she'd been filled with a fierce pioneer spirit, the first botanist on a fledgling colony. Now, a creeping loneliness gnawed at her.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
Daughter of the Desert Moon
Once upon a time the desert wind whispered secrets through the gnarled branches of the old mesquite tree. Elara, perched on a lower limb, hugged her shawl tighter, its worn fabric offering scant protection against the chill of the approaching night. Below, the parched earth stretched into an endless expanse, dotted with the silhouettes of cacti reaching skeletal fingers towards the dying sun. Hunger gnawed at her belly, a constant companion these past few days.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
Medha's dream
Hi, I’m Medha. Today, I found one of my notebooks I used for writing when I was in class one. But the funny part is, I can’t even understand what I wrote. At that time, I was learning to write. I couldn’t hold the pencil correctly. I couldn’t even draw a straight line. It reminded me of my childhood. I just loved to make doodles on my notebook and the wall of my room at that time. My parents and teacher worked hard to teach me handwriting. I did exercise a lot to improve my writing. My handwriting became good after a few years of practice.
By Firuj Mia2 years ago in BookClub
The Boy Under the Tree
The bell rings for the start of the tiffin period, and the students of Kajla High School are rushing out of their classes to play. In the school playground, a group of boys starts to play cricket. In this group, there is a boy named Zahin While playing he notices a boy sitting under the Banyan tree at the corner of the playground. But he doesn’t think much of it. A well-struck ball runs toward the Banyan tree and stops just a few feet short of it. Zahin runs to collect the ball.
By Firuj Mia2 years ago in BookClub
Bangabandhu, My Inspiration
Bangabandhu, My Inspiration. You must have heard the name of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman many a time. But how much do you know about him? Do you know that he has three names - khoka to his closest ones, Bangabandhu to the people of Bangladesh, and the great leader,Sheikh Mujibur Rahman to the world?
By Firuj Mia2 years ago in BookClub
The Teacher
Sarah Thompson stepped into the hallowed halls of Oakwood High School with a mix of nerves and excitement. As a new English teacher, she was eager to make a difference in the lives of her students. Little did she know that her journey at Oakwood would lead her down a path she never expected—one of intrigue, manipulation, and psychological warfare.
By Benjamin Earnest Otega2 years ago in BookClub
A Tale of Unlikely Friendship
Once in a serene woodland, where tall trees whispered secrets to the wind and sunlight danced through the leaves, there lived an unlikely pair of friends—Max, a golden retriever with a heart as big as his wagging tail, and Nutmeg, a nimble and curious squirrel with a penchant for adventure.
By Benjamin Earnest Otega2 years ago in BookClub
Ashoka-the Great Emperor. Content Warning.
Unveiling the Enigma: Ashoka's Secret Society and the Legacy of Ancient Knowledge Emperor Ashoka the Great, a pivotal figure in Indian history, is renowned for his conversion to Buddhism and his pillars inscribed with moral edicts. But whispers linger about a lesser-known aspect of his reign – the legendary "Nine Unknown."
By sanjeevan2 years ago in BookClub
Heartbreak and betrayal
heartbreak and betrayal : In the mystical realm of Aethereia, where love was the very fabric of existence, I, Elyria, found myself entwined in a celestial dance with my soulmate, Lyra. Our bond was forged in the heart of a radiant star, and our love shone brighter than any celestial body in the cosmos. We dwelled in the luminous city of Eldrida, where crystal spires pierced the skies and love was the lifeblood of its inhabitants.
By Ijeoma Oluchi2 years ago in BookClub
Why You Definitely Can't Survive a Nuclear Winter
The world looked totally different after the atomic war - a place, where people just wiped out and where nature reclaimed its rights over the remnants of once proud civilization: ruins were the only trace of the former order of things. A few moments later, Mason became a witness of the catastrophic sight of a radioactive canyon, where the only thing that was left was a ruined world unable to rise from ashes of an atomic bomb.
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in BookClub
Marine One
Marine One is the call sign of any United States Marine Corps aircraft carrying the president of the United States.[1] It usually denotes a helicopter operated by Marine Helicopter Squadron One (HMX-1) "Nighthawks", consisting of either the large Sikorsky VH-3D Sea King or the newer, smaller VH-60N "White Hawk". Both helicopters are called "White Tops" because of their livery. Any Marine Corps aircraft carrying the vice president of the United States without the president has the call sign Marine Two.
By Olaoluwa2 years ago in BookClub
Book Review: "Doppelgänger" by Naomi Klein
Naomi Klein’s "Doppelgänger" embarks on an intriguing journey that begins with a case of mistaken identity and evolves into a profound commentary on the intertwining of cultural narratives and societal influences. The book, using the unusual premise of Klein's repeated misidentification with Naomi Wolf, serves as a unique device to explore and critique various facets of contemporary society.
By Erica 2 years ago in BookClub