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Are You a True Literary Nerd? Test Yourself with This Brain-Bending Bookish Trivia
I’m a massive fan of pub quizzes — seriously, if you’re not British, you might not see the novelty in this (or the competitiveness, for that matter), but I used to go to one every Thursday night when I lived in London. It was one of my favorite rituals: a cozy pub, a cider in hand, a pen poised over the answer sheet, and the comforting hum of people whispering fiercely over obscure questions. It was competitive, chaotic, and absolutely brilliant. And now that I no longer live in London, it’s something I miss deeply.
By Edina Jackson-Yussif 7 months ago in BookClub
The letter that changed everything
Tania was 28, and from the outside, everything looked perfect. She worked as a customer relationship officer at a prestigious bank in Lahore. Her hair was always tied neatly, her heels clicked with authority, and her phone buzzed constantly with updates, approvals, and balance sheets. Her family was proud. Society approved. She was “settled.”
By Shehzad khan7 months ago in BookClub
A Message From the Past That Changed My Life. AI-Generated.
GI never expected a dusty old envelope to unravel the tightly sealed parts of my heart. It wasn’t the sort of letter you’d expect to find in a forgotten drawer — especially not one addressed to me, in a handwriting I hadn’t seen in years. The message from the past wasn’t just ink on paper. It was a mirror. A voice. A moment that paused time and made me rethink everything I believed about life, love, and purpose.
By Sophia Grace7 months ago in BookClub
Every Mirror in This House Lies Differently
The first time I noticed something wrong with the mirrors was the day after my mother’s funeral. I was brushing my teeth in the upstairs bathroom, the one she always kept too clean, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her. Not her ghost or some shadowy presence — no, it was her, alive and vibrant, humming some old song while brushing her hair, just like she did every night.
By Zohaib Khan7 months ago in BookClub
The Man Who Collected Silence
No one ever noticed Mr. Yusuf. Every morning, he left his quiet apartment on the top floor of an aging brick building in the heart of the city, a city that never stopped humming. With a wool coat too big for his shoulders and a little leather notebook always in his hands, he drifted through the crowd like smoke—seen by many, remembered by none.
By Zohaib Khan7 months ago in BookClub
