{ "item_title" : "The Hope", "item_author" : [" Camelia Baba "], "item_description" : "Sample Chapter One: The Hope That Comes and GoesThe Version That Wakes Up Early=Leo Martinez trusted the version of himself that woke up before the alarm.That version lay still in the quiet dark, listening to the apartment settle and the city breathe outside the window. It believed in small resets. It believed that if Leo stayed very still and didn't think too hard, the day might come gently. Hope lived here, in this thin space before responsibility. It didn't talk much. It didn't promise anything. It simply existed, which felt generous.The alarm went off at 6:30 anyway.Leo groaned, rolled onto his side, and slapped the phone quiet. The ceiling above him was familiar in the way you know a person you see every day but don't really talk to. A faint crack ran diagonally across it, something he'd meant to fix for months. He told himself-again-that he'd get to it eventually. He always did that. Eventually was a comforting word.=Sample Chapter Two: The Hope That Never DiesWhen Everything Fell Apart=The day everything fell apart wasn't dramatic. No thunder. No slow-motion collapse. It was just a Tuesday. I remember staring at my phone, rereading the email like it might change if I blinked hard enough.Due to unforeseen circumstances...That sentence should be illegal.I laughed. Not because it was funny-because my brain didn't know what else to do. I had just lost my job, my savings were insulting, and my fridge contained half a lemon and something that might once have been cheese.=Sample Chapter Three: The Hope That Never ComesTomorrow Is Very Busy=Daniel believed tomorrow was the most productive day of his life.Tomorrow, he would start the business.Tomorrow, he would get the call back.Tomorrow, things would finally make sense.Unfortunately, tomorrow was also a liar.He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone like it owed him money. The screen was silent. No emails. No missed calls. Just a weather notification reminding him it might rain-because apparently that was information he needed.Any news? his mother shouted from the kitchen.Daniel sighed. Depends. Does silence count as news?It means be patient, she replied, the way only someone who already had their breakthrough could say.He checked his inbox again. Still nothing.=Hope is a strange thing.It promises tomorrow, but never gives a delivery date.The Hope is a relatable, 3 short-story book, inspired by our day-to-day lives, about the quiet struggles we don't post online-the unanswered messages, delayed dreams, and moments where life feels like it forgot about us. Through gentle humor, honest dialogue, and everyday situations, this short book explores what it feels like to wait... and wait... and wait some more-while trying not to lose yourself in the process. Perfect for readers of any age, this short read reminds us that even when hope doesn't arrive, something else might: clarity, strength, or the realization that we're not alone. Sometimes, the most important thing hope gives us...is the courage to keep going without it.", "item_img_path" : "https://covers2.booksamillion.com/covers/bam/9/79/824/529/9798245299457_b.jpg", "price_data" : { "retail_price" : "9.99", "online_price" : "9.99", "our_price" : "9.99", "club_price" : "9.99", "savings_pct" : "0", "savings_amt" : "0.00", "club_savings_pct" : "0", "club_savings_amt" : "0.00", "discount_pct" : "10", "store_price" : "" } }

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