100 Books Read Lifetime Novels & Stories

Tired, recovering, carrying too much, having breakfast. "Tell me something true," I said. "Not about the conspiracy. Not about Crane or Eleanor or the compound." I looked at him. "Something about you specifically." He considered this with the same attention he gave everything. Not deflecting — actually considering. "I read the same four books for six months," he said. "The ones Thomas could bring me without raising questions. He'd leave them on the medical cart, mixed in with the approved materials." He looked at his coffee. "I have large sections of all four memorized at this point. Not deliberately. Repetition."

I finally said, staring at her with every inch of annoyance in me. “How many hours are we going to take to read these books; it will take an eternity,” I growled, staring at how many books were right in front of me. “They are 50 books in total with 400 pages each. It will take us through the night if we read each book at a speed of 13 minutes. “You are crazy, Clara,” I said almost immediately while glaring at her. I mean, that's not even achievable, “that goal isn't realistic,” I finally voiced out while staring at her.

“I love it. Really.” “Good. I’ve been thinking of getting you books but I was sure you would rather pick them yourself so, for now, that’s what I got for you. We can wait while you catch up with all the backlist titles you haven’t read.” “I don’t think I can finish all these in ten years! Are you kidding me? There’s like thousands of eBooks here!” He laughed. “We will know that in ten years, won’t we?” She was suddenly quiet. “I told you. I get worried when you’re quiet.”

With not having a man in my life I have had a lot of spare time. I work in a local nursing home as an aide during the night. I make sure the residents are happy feed and healthy. Since I work nights and they sleep for the most part I have free time. I read or listen to books. A lot. And I have a specific taste in the choice of novels I enjoy, Romance and the dirtier and more fantasy they are the better. I may have spent over four hundred dollars on a pay for reading app within the last six months and in the last year listened to 98 Audible books totaling over 34,697 minutes of romance, 14,151 minutes of fantasy and sci-fi and 9,336 minutes of fictions. Currently expressing my innermost desir

"What are you reading? Besides the textbook." The change in subject threw me. "Um, I just finished The Stand by Stephen King." His eyes lit up. "The Stand? That's over a thousand pages. You actually finished it?" "I've read it three times," I admitted. "Three times?" He looked genuinely impressed. "Most people won't even read it once because of the length." "The length is part of the appeal," I said, feeling slightly more confident talking about books. "You get to live in that world for longer, get to know the characters so deeply. It's like being part of something bigger than yourself."

All the furnitures are completely ruined, all the clothes in her wardrobe shredded to pieces, everything is completely destroyed. Sonia walked to the drawers where her most important files are kept. She panicked seeing that the lock has been broken and all the documents are gone. She sat down on the floor and hugged her knees before she starts shedding silent tears. “Jeez! My life is completely ruined now. Without those documents, I can't get a new job, a new apartment and I can't even access my bank account. Gosh! What am I saying? My citizenship card is even there. That means I'm now an illegal immigrant.”

Did I annoy him in some way? “Are you okay, Theodore?” I asked. He smiled weakly. “Yes. Just tired… both mentally and physically,” he said. “That said, you told me you like books and that you used to spend a lot of time reading books.” I nodded. “I used to read a lot of books. Around 150 a year,” I said. “Novels only, though. I read history and other types of books for the exams only.” “We have novels here in the library. You can go there if you want to,” he said.

Yugo pointed at him then tapped his own chest, “We have seen it happen. We have felt it. So, what do you think about reading books from people who have felt it too? I think…” “Would be nice, I guess.” Anthony answered the rhetorical question. “So, come here everyday and there would be a new book in that drawer, waiting for you, whether you’ve finished the old one or not.” “Wow, how many do you have?” “Enough to carry you through a year and few weeks into the new year if you read two a week.” “Thank you.” Anthony had said, carried his stuffs and headed towards the door. “And if you are wondering if I can transform at will, yes, I can.” Yugo shouted to him as he was leaving.

So here I am, looking for a random novel that I haven’t read. Which is pretty hard to do. In the four years of being married, I’ve read over six hundred books. I have more free time than you’d think. When I’m not attending or planning an event, a gala, a meeting, or a party, I’m just at home. That’s how I befriended the staff. Boredom. My cellphone rang out from somewhere in the room, making me flinch. I wasn’t expecting anyone to call. I hope it isn’t Naomi. I’m not ready for that conversation.

No one was present and I had all the time choosing and deciding what I wanted. "You can buy three books, maximum" Karthik added from beside me. Only three books? Just three books out of all these eye-catching feasts before me? I wish I could buy the whole shelf because there were wide varieties of books also the books I wanted to read so badly which had been stuck on my wish list for years. I could see the Harry Potter series pocking out of the fantasy section; my all-time favorite book. But I had already read them back home so it's a waste of time. I also saw Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books to my left which excitingly was the crime and thriller section, I had almost read all of them too. I