Stephanie wrote a strange little book, a collection of tales that she called a history.

Certainly not this pleasant room filled with strange and fascinating books.

One day they receive a strange talking book in the mail.

She wanted to listen to the end of the strange book.

As they find the cross, the priest also finds an ancient, strange book.

"I am a reader of strange books," he said in a hushed but clear voice.

My wife of course had also read the strange books we'd been sent.

And not such strange books as you might think.

When my father returned from his latest trip, I looked for an opportunity to ask him about the letters and the strange book.

It was the strangest book that he had ever read.