November 9


Title: November 9th

Author: Colin Hoover

Translator: Soodabeh Moradnia

Publisher: Nik Farjam

Subject: American stories

Age category: Adult

Number of pages: 294

Language: Farsi

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November 9 book by Colin Hoover tells the love and mysterious story of a young writer and a girl named Fallon, who becomes his inspirational angel to keep writing. Colin Hoover is one of America’s most popular and best-selling writers, and this story surprises you too.

Summary of the book November 9:

Falun is a young girl who does not have a good relationship with her father; Because he is related to many women. Despite family problems, Falun has kept in touch with his father and put him in a restaurant with him. In the middle of the night, Ben, a young novelist, suddenly introduces himself as Falun’s boyfriend, and Falun joins him after the initial shock, much to his father’s surprise. After this incident, Falun and Ben spend a whole day together and are scheduled to meet on November 9 every year.

In November 9, Ben’s acquaintance with Falun’s character improves his condition, and in fact Falونn becomes a source of inspiration for him to create his new work. These meetings last for several years, and Falun finally discovers Ben’s main motive and reveals his secrets.

What is the significance of the November 9th book?

In this book, Colleen Hoover introduces you to a girl named Falun, a girl who stays in the corner of your mind for a long time and when you read a story, you give Ben the right to be so fascinated by Falun’s character. On the other hand, most of the book is dialogue-oriented and interesting conversations take place between the two main characters of the story, which will accompany you until the end of the story.

Learn more about Colin Hoover:

Colin Hoover was born in 1979 in the United States. He got married at the age of 21 and now has three children.

Hoover began writing in 2011 with the encouragement of those around him, and since then he has published many works, all of which have been among the New York Times bestsellers. Colin Hoover is also a famous writer in Iran, and among his works, we can mention such things as captive of destiny, truth, all your goodness, and so on.

In part of the book on November 9, we read:

I look at my picture in the mirror one more time. Two years ago, my hair was only up to my shoulders and my short bangs were up to my forehead, but in these two years, my hair has grown completely. This height was not without reason. I gently run my fingers through the long, dark hair that covers the left side of my face. I pull the sleeve of my left hand down to my wrist and raise my collar to cover my neck as much as possible.

Wounds can not be seen so easily. Now I can bear my appearance in the mirror. I used to think I was a beautiful girl, but now my hair and clothes cover almost my whole body.
I hear the sound of the toilet siphon and I spin fast and go to the exit before the woman comes out of the cabin. Most of the time, I do everything I can to not face people. Not just because I’m afraid to stare at my wounds. Mostly because they do not stare at each other.

As soon as people see my face, they look at it quickly, because they are afraid to look rude. It would be nice if someone looked into my eyes for a while and stared at me. It’s been a long time since the last time this happened. I hate to admit that I miss the attention I used to get from people, but the reality is that I miss it. Too much.

Another part of the book on November 9:

The man sitting behind my father in the booth gets up from Josh and distracts me completely. I try to put my hair on my face before he comes back to us, but it’s too late. He stares at me again.

The smile he had smiled before still lingers on his face, but this time I will not take my eyes off him. In fact, he is coming to our booth and I can not take my eyes off him. Before I can react, he comes and sits next to me on the bench.

God. What is he doing?

He says, “Honey, I’m sorry I’m late,” and wraps his arms around my shoulders.

He just said to me baby? A stranger just put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Darling.”

what’s up here?
I look at my father and think to myself that this is somehow under his head, but he is looking at the stranger sitting next to me with more confusion.

When I feel the stranger’s lips touch my hair, my body dries under his men’s arm in surprise.

“Damn the traffic in Los Angeles,” he says under his breath.

A stranger just kissed Mohammad.

What is really going on here?
The stranger holds out his hand to my father and says, “I am Ben 8. Benton James Kessler 9. “Your daughter’s boyfriend.”

Boyfriend … what?

My father shakes his hand. I’m sure my subconscious mouth is open in surprise, so I close it immediately. I do not want my father to understand that I do not know this man at all, and of course I do not want this Mr. Benton to think that I like his attention so much that I think he is touching the ground in surprise. I just look at it this way, because … well … because it’s clear that this stranger is crazy in every sense of the word.

Ben leaves my father’s hand and leans back comfortably on the bench. Then he slowly blinks and gets a little closer and his mouth is so close to my ear that he can punch me anyway.

“Just be in tune with me,” he whispers softly in my ear. Then he sits back, still smiling.

Just be in tune with me?

what’s up here? Private improvisation class?

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