100 Books Read Lifetime Novels & Stories

“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.”

I dragged my mom to the kitchen. "Mom!" "Lauren, you're a grown up woman. Talk to him okay? Besides, I was the one who asked him to come.. it's time for you to talk." She said and I guess she's right. It's been more than a year since we broke up and everything with Dylan is just.. weird. I've been spending my time reading a lot of books and time flies so fast until I realized I read 67 books. Well it's better than going to the club and making out with a random guy.

I just shook my head and continued looking for my dress. "Hija, How many books do you have here? There are so many. " I immediately turned around to look at him and started to think of the right answer. My brows furrowed and I stopped where I stood to remember the correct number of my books. It was my collection and I love reading. "I'd say it's close to 400 or 450 books in total, Dad. Why? "I asked him while smiling. He appears to be interested in my pastime of reading books.

“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