روايات وقصص ضمن 100 Books Read Lifetime

“All of this?” “Yes.” Wow… I turned back to the incredible scene in front of me. “How many books are here?” “Thousands on thousands..” I blinked at him in shock… “Did you read all of them?” “Yes.” I whipped toward him, my brows furrowed. “What? No way!” He looked mildly annoyed. “What?” “You read all of this?” “Yes I did. Before I turned twenty.” I stared at him for a couple of seconds longer. “That is the most terrifying thing I’ve learned about you.”

“Then what are some of your favorites?” “Would it be cheesy to say that all of these are?” She pulled out a copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude. “You’ve read all these? Impressive. I don’t know if I’ve read thirty percent of the books on my shelf.” “I only keep the ones I like. I have a rule that if I don’t read a book within a year of buying it, I donate it.” She laughed. “If I had that rule, I wouldn’t have any books left.” Placing the book in her hand back onto the shelf, she continued looking before taking out another one. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover, huh? I have read this one.”

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

There was a kitchen, open to the living space, with a worn butcher block counter and pots hanging from a rack above the island, the pots of someone who actually used them, their surfaces the matte gray of regular heat and regular cleaning. I stood in the middle of the room and turned slowly. "You have so many books," I said. "I do," he said. He was watching me take in the space. "Have you read all of them?" "Most," he said. "Some of them I keep for the same reason you keep certain people in your life. Not because you're actively engaging with them but because having them nearby means something." I looked at him.

Alexander said, and I was confused. "Does gentleness mean different things for different people?” I asked Alexander. "Yes it does master.” Alexander said and took a deep breath. "Do I need to nudge you before you explain?” I snapped at him, irritated that he was making me wait for him to provide me information on what my next step towards trying to get Ariel to love me in this lifetime should be.

Reading was one of my favorite pastimes because it allowed me to step into the shoes of heroes and strong lead characters so that I could at least pretend for a few hours that I was normal or even extraordinary. As I devoured the whole book and its sequel, I completely lost track of time. When I closed the last book and stood up to put both books back on the shelf, it was pitch-black outside. I realized that I had read two whole books, but how had I managed to kill almost an entire afternoon/evening simply reading. A glance at the clock told me that it was 11:00 p.m., one hour until my birthday and one hour until I would have my first shift. My stomach began to hurt in anticipation. It was a

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Tezpur, the hometown of my parents, was my world then. The wardrobe in the bald, bespectacled, sturdy author with a big nose reminded me of the four bookshelves we had in our Tezpur house. Well, we still have. Those are my father’s bookshelves. I have never counted the books we have in those four bookshelves, but I think, if we spread them on the floor, they would occupy both of our bedrooms, our drawing room, kitchen as well as the verandah. And as Ma kept telling, my father had read all of them, and many more, and that he had read most of them more than once. As a kid and a teenager, I used to wonder how someone could read so many books in one short life-time of just fifty-seven years and

"Nothing. I think I am just going to focus on work and home life. I don't have anything else planned. Might get back into reading, though." "Reading?" "Anything. I used to read three to six books a month. I want to get back to that." "What kind of books?" "Anything. Motivational books, fiction and non-fiction. It doesn't really matter. As long as it's a good read." She pointed towards her room. "Once I sit by and open a book, I can get lost in that world for hours." "Any favourite authors?" "Not exactly." She admitted with a yawn. "I like a lot of authors, no one in particular."

Arthur stretched. “Power of dividing and conquering,” Rah laughed, lying down on the floor to straighten his back. “Also, you picked the smallest books. I once read a book that was more that two thousand pages long. It took me a while to finish it,” he added, stretching on the floor. “Wow, you have a lot of time at your hand,” Arthur spoke with raised eyebrows. “No, just interested in reading. When you are a human in a city of wolves, you don’t have a lot of choices for fun,” Rah laughed.