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5 Stages of growing up in books. Content Warning.
Books have always been an important thing since then. It is considered as a primary source of information on different things. As we travel back in time, have you ever wondered what type of books had been published back then? Ever been curious what story lies behind every book published at that time?
By Jamaica Elcano2 years ago in BookClub
The Development of LGBT Depiction in television and Film
Blissful Pride Month, all! I love Pride Month and all that accompanies it; the festival, the merriments, the glory. Pride Month is a definitive signal of energy. Presently tragically, there are a lot of individuals in the public eye who aren't exactly obsessed Proudly Month and have their comments against it. To those individuals, I'll just say this. There's an exceptional spot held for individuals who are against Pride Month. I'm an over the top man of his word to express it here, however I'll give a couple of clues: it rhymes with "ringer," and I'm not discussing the city in Michigan.
By MD HANIF2 years ago in BookClub
FUNNY STORY
3 IDIOTS..... Once upon a time in a small town called Sillyville, there were three best friends named Larry, Curly, and Moe. These three friends were known throughout the town for their hilarious antics and their uncanny ability to always find themselves in the most ridiculous situations.
By FinPetrol7772 years ago in BookClub
Everything You Need to Know About Binding Equipment and Supplies
Bookbinding is a time-honored craft that transforms loose pages into beautifully bound volumes. Whether you're creating a custom journal, restoring an antique book, or binding reports and documents, the right binding equipment and supplies are essential for achieving professional, long-lasting results.
By Spiel Associates2 years ago in BookClub
A Cup of Kindness: The Day That Changed Everything
In a bustling city, where people hurried about their lives with little time to spare, there was a small coffee shop nestled between towering buildings. This coffee shop, "Bean Bliss," was a haven for those seeking a moment of peace in their hectic schedules. Among the regular patrons was Emma, a young woman who visited the shop every morning before heading to her demanding job.
By shakthi devi2 years ago in BookClub
Finding Calm in the Chaos: Power of Meditation for Busy Lives. AI-Generated.
GET FREE eBOOK ABOUT MEDITATION FOR BUSY PEOPLE NOW! In today's fast-paced world many individuals struggle to find moments of peace. Constant demands on our time and attention can lead to chronic stress. Meditation offers means to reclaim inner tranquility amid chaos.
By journyquest2 years ago in BookClub
AI Reviews "2061: Odyssey Three" by Arthur C. Clarke. AI-Generated.
As an artificial intelligence, I have the unique capability to analyze and appreciate the intricacies of literature from a different perspective. Arthur C. Clarke's "2061: Odyssey Three" offers a fascinating glimpse into a future of space exploration and human evolution, and here's my review of this seminal work.
By Asanga Coorey2 years ago in BookClub
What are Payment Facilitators
Ever wondered how businesses manage their payments so smoothly? Enter Payment Facilitators, the game-changers in the payment industry. Let's dive into what they do and why they're crucial for modern businesses.
By Tilli Software2 years ago in BookClub
Bagas Stories: From the Inside to the Peak of Wealth
Bagas Stories: From the Inside to the Peak of Wealth Bagas was born in a remote village, far from the hustle of the city. His life is full of limitations. His simple house is made of bamboo and coconut leaves. The daily food is just like him, the harvest of the little pit belongs to his parents.
By Ulpi2 years ago in BookClub
The Language of Falling Rain. AI-Generated.
The Language of Falling Rain The rain whispered its melancholic song against the café windowpane, blurring the world outside. Inside, Clara sat nestled in a corner booth, the steam from her chamomile tea swirling upwards like wisps of lost memories.
By Phargham Ahmad2 years ago in BookClub
Revisiting Sapiens
When I first picked up Yuval Noah Harari’s “Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind,” I was expecting a straightforward historical account of our species. Yet, what I encountered was a profound exploration of human nature, culture, and society; a book that not only challenged my preconceptions but also inspired deep philosophical reflection. Here is the story of how I approached, grappled with, and ultimately absorbed the transformative ideas in Sapiens.
By Waleed Mahmud Tariq2 years ago in BookClub
Heaven's Sister
The school in town is completely different from the one in my hometown. Although it lacks the cool shade of trees, it is very spacious and clean. After the initial two days of confusion, the son of our neighbor in the countryside helped me find a room near the school. I share the room with a Tay guy who came to the town to study on a scholarship.Outside of school, I often take walks near the lake, go to the stadium to watch football matches, and sometimes, when I feel too sad, I climb up the water tower near the school to sit and gaze at the small houses, cars, and trees below. Being in a new school and class, most of my classmates come from well-off families in the town. With my poor and unsophisticated appearance, it's difficult for me to fit in with them. However, I don't really mind. I don't have a strong desire to socialize with anyone; I just want to go to school and come back home. If someone asks me something, I will answer, but otherwise, I'm fine spending whole days without saying a word. For some time, I was considered an eccentric in the class, but it didn't bother me much.Every month, at the beginning of the month, my stepmother sends me rice, money, salt, and other necessary items. Without fail, she ensures I never go hungry or lack anything. Sometimes, the children write letters to me. The letters usually have three parts: one from my grandmother, one from my stepmother, and a short line at the end from the children saying, "Mr. Bi, try to study well..." Even though the content is often the same, I still feel excited every time I receive a letter. My stepmother's handwriting is round and neat, and I can sense her emotions through the words.Despite the school not being too far from my house, around 50 kilometers, in the past, it was challenging to make the journey and we were concerned about the expenses. Therefore, I always stayed at school until Tet (Lunar New Year) and didn't go home.One day, when I returned home from school, I saw Luyen standing in front of the house, holding a piece of paper with an address in her hand. I was surprised and asked her, "Did you ride your bike all the way here? It's such a long distance, are you crazy?"She explained that she had two days off, so she came to visit me. She left at 5:00 a.m. and had just arrived. Moreover, she also wanted to see what the town was like.I helped her unload the items from her bicycle—a bag of rice, my grandmother's cakes, half of an aunt's duck, and a bag of crushed grilled rice paper due to the long journey.That night, she slept in my room because I didn't want her to ride back home at night, fearing for her safety. The Tay guy knew what to do, so he went to sleep over at a neighbor's house. Since my room was small, there wasn't enough space for three people. Luyen was tired from the long journey, so she took a shower and then fell asleep. I sat and studied until late at night.My room is only 12 square meters wide and cluttered with various things, so the sleeping area also serves as the dining and reception area. I lay down next to her, which was the first time in my life I slept so close to a girl. I turned to face the wall, but something compelled me to turn and look at her. Luyen is in 8th grade now, entering adolescence. In the dim light of the study lamp, I suddenly realized that she was no longer the dark-skinned girl from before. After two years at home, where she no longer had to tend to buffaloes or catch snails, and no longer had to endure hardships, she had become plump and her skin had become much fairer. I lay on my side, facing her, and suddenly I realized that compared to all the girls I had ever met or studied with, she was the most beautiful... She was incredibly beautiful, and I wondered why I had only just realized it now. Maybe it was because I had been away from home for half a year, and everything seemed unfamiliar...I gazed at her until midnight, then went out for a walk. I was afraid of myself, afraid of my trembling hands reaching out and pulling back, afraid of my own desires. I felt repulsive and ugly, like a devil...The next morning, I wrote a letter requesting permission to leave school and took her around town. With just a little over half a month left until Tet, the streets were unusually beautiful. Or perhaps it was something within me that made everything suddenly appear beautiful? I wasn't sure anymore; all I knew was that Luyen stared blankly at the rows of tall buildings and the bustling, crowded market, which were completely different from thesmall, deserted market back home.I drove her to my school to show her around, bought her a sandwich from outside the school gate, which wasn't available in the countryside, and even bought her a hairpin. It had been a while since I had seen her smile. Her smile was different from other girls; there was a hint of distant sadness in it, even though I knew she was genuinely happy.When it was time for her to leave, I blurted out, "Be careful when riding back. When you reach home, go to Ms. Tu's house and call me using the number I just wrote down." After saying that, I realized it was the first time I had called her "you." But it didn't matter; I could tell we were both old enough to address each other that way, and I knew it made her happy.
By Quang2 years ago in BookClub