Nonfiction

Echoes of the Starlight Carnival
In a world where dreams wove the fabric of reality and the boundaries between day and night were as fluid as watercolors on a canvas, there existed a wondrous event known as the Starlight Carnival. Held once a year beneath the luminescent glow of a thousand stars, the carnival was a celebration of creativity, magic, and the boundless possibilities that dwelled in the realm of imagination.
By Will3 years ago in BookClub
The Forgotten Lighthouse
Nestled along a rugged coastline, cloaked in a veil of mist and whispers of forgotten tales, stood a lighthouse. Once a beacon of hope and salvation for ships navigating treacherous waters, the lighthouse had long been abandoned, its light extinguished, and its stories lost to time.
By Will3 years ago in BookClub
The Timekeeper's Garden
In a hidden corner of a bustling city, where the clamor of modern life hummed like a distant melody, there existed a mysterious garden. Its entrance was concealed by an ancient wrought-iron gate, covered in ivy and adorned with delicate roses. This was no ordinary garden; it was the realm of the Timekeeper, a guardian of moments lost and found.
By Will3 years ago in BookClub
Leadership and Self-Deception
Have you ever scrolled through social media and noted a post from someone struggling? Someone asking for help? Someone battling depression, or that needs a job, or lost a family member?
By Judey Kalchik 3 years ago in BookClub
Hougoumont
After the engagement, they were in haste to bury the dead bodies. Death has a fashion of harassing victory, and she causes the pest to follow glory. The typhus is a concomitant of triumph. This well was deep, and it was turned into a sepulchre. Three hundred dead bodies were cast into it. With too much haste perhaps. Were they all dead? Legend says they were not. It seems that on the night succeeding the interment, feeble voices were heard calling from the well.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in BookClub
The Enchanted Compass
Once upon a time in a quaint village nestled at the foot of a towering mountain, lived a young girl named Elara. She possessed an insatiable curiosity that often led her to the edge of the forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the air was tinged with enchantment. The villagers often warned her against venturing too far into the woods, for tales of mystical creatures and hidden dangers were woven into their shared history.
By Will3 years ago in BookClub
For the Good of the Horse
This book was written to change my interaction within the horse world. It changed my perspective on how to navigate the human world, too.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in BookClub
Story of the Apple Dumpling
Sometime in the distant past there was an elderly person named Hazel. More than anything, she wanted to eat an apple dumpling for supper. At some point, Hazel said, "I will prepare an apple dumpling this evening!"
By L.Soufiane3 years ago in BookClub
The Emperor's New Clothes
There used to be a Sovereign who adored nothing better compared to wearing extravagant new garments. Three times each day he would change into a fresh out of the plastic new imperial outfit. Numerous Heads go through their days conversing with counselors and fixing issues of the land. Not this one! He was too bustling conveying his workers to track down the following extraordinary outfit to wear.
By L.Soufiane3 years ago in BookClub
Finding Resonance in Pain: Jennette McCurdy's "I'm Glad My Mom Died”
Content warning: The memoir mentioned in this book deals with some heavy and triggering topics. The book review below also includes some spoilers. Reader discretion and discernment is strongly advised.
By Eva A. Schellinger3 years ago in BookClub
Yuuki and the Wave
As far back as individuals can recall, the shores of Japan have been cleared now and again by gigantic tidal waves. These dreadful abrupt risings of the ocean are brought about by quakes or by submerged volcanic activity. The narrative of the kid Yuuki is the tale of such a catastrophe.
By Sarah Rocha3 years ago in BookClub
The tale of "Mice and Elephants"
Quite a while in the past in India there was an old abandoned town. Void were the old houses, roads and shops. The windows were open, the steps broken. Making it one extremely fine spot for mice to go around, you should rest assured!
By richap madoro3 years ago in BookClub