book into

My publisher had asked, “If you wanted to write another book, what would you want to write about?”

The supernaturalist alleges that religion was revealed to man by God, and that the form of this revelation is a sacred book.

But Mrs. Dodd, the present vicar's wife, retained the precious prerogative of choosing the book to be read at the monthly Dorcas.

A small book, bound in full purple calf, lay half hidden in a nest of fine tissue paper on the dressing-table.

She did not need a great cook-book; She knew how much and what it took To make things good and sweet and light.

Again the sallow fingers began to play with the book-covers, passing from one to another, but always slowly and gently.