100 Books Read Lifetime 소설 & 이야기

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

I was hoping that he didn’t have to go back to work so quickly, but I know his work is important, vital to the man I love and I wouldn’t want to ever change that. So, I settle in to make some coffee and skim my fingers over the bookshelves lining the walls in the spacious living room. I’ve never seen Gavin with a book in his hand and it surprises me that he has such a large collection. Charles Dickens, Ray Donovan, Marie Barnes, Nicholas Sparks, the authors range from one genre to another and somehow I know that most of these couldn’t be Gavin’s. I couldn’t imagine him reading a full length novel like Great Expectations. He thrives on action, solving problems, making strides in whatever he i

I said, and my breath finally evened out. “Why do you need more books from him? You have a ton of them in the library.” He frowned. “Because there’s no such thing as too much book.” I rolled my eyes so hard that they almost tumbled from my head. He was a reader, so why the weird question? Every reader knew there was no such thing as too many books. It was like one of the biggest anti-reader lies in history. “Besides, the books in the library are mostly horrors. The ones he promised to give me are romance. I’ve been dying to have them since their release.”

"And since when did you become such an expert on childbirth?" He gave an unfamiliar and sheepish grin. "I went out and bought just about every book there was on the subject." "And how many was that?" she asked faintly. He counted off on his fingers. "Four books on pregnancy. There’s an even bigger section on the first year of life, and then—" "I’ve heard everything I need to know." "Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong!" He poured them out some more mineral water, as if playing for time. "Whatever objections you may put up, you know in your heart that I’m right."

As much as she could appreciate that, she also felt like she was being nothing but a bore and a burden. "My grandfather... he loved books more than anything." Anthony's tone was warm, his voice quiet when he spoke. He looked down at the sidewalk, continuing to kick small rocks and pebbles as the two of them walked. "He had a massive library filled with so many books, I didn't think it was possible for someone to read all of them within a lifetime. He thoughts books were so magical. He said they could make you travel without moving your feet." A smile tugged on Rosie's lips. She glanced at Anthony through the corner of her eye, admiring all that he just told her.

Oh and of course my books. Grams was getting quite annoyed my books taking so much space away, so she decided to buy me an e-reader last Christmas. I do love my paperbacks more, but have to admit it's great to have the e-reader. This way, I didn't have to drag my 786 books I have at home here.

I can’t get invested in any way, especially not emotionally. “B-books,” I stammer. “It would be a terrible thing to have to do, to narrow it down to one, especially for a book lover like me Never ask a book lover what their favorite book is. You’ll be here eight hours later, listening to us going off on tangent after tangent, discussing the merits of just about every book that has ever been published since the dawn of time.” Mike laughs, a clear, deep, manly sound that is like a deep brook, and I’m the one diving in, in search of the bottom.

He worked until at least midnight every night but he was always up before me in the morning which meant he was sleeping maybe five hours and doing it consistently enough that it was clearly just how he operated. He read physical books. Not many people did that anymore. He had three going at any one time, all of them left open face down in different rooms of the penthouse the way you do when you are reading in fragments between other things. I had looked at the spines without meaning to. History mostly. One biography. Nothing that wasn't true.

"I ran this morning. Six miles. The perimeter is secure. The cardiovascular system is efficient." "Read a book." "I finished the books," Cale said. "All of them. The shelf is depleted." Elion looked at the bookshelf in the living room. There were at least fifty books there. "You read War and Peace?" "Yes. It was... long. The military strategy was flawed." "Of course it was." Elion sighed. He stood up, swaying slightly. "You need a hobby," Elion said. "Or a job." "A job," Cale repeated. "Employment. Exchange of labor for currency."

I counted ten stars scattered within the reach of my eyes until I got bored and decided to go back to reading the new book I just bought from the bookstore. “Gosh! I still have a lot to read,” I told myself as I looked around my bookshelf. I bought a lot of books and I felt sorry for them since I couldn’t read them all. Well, buying books is actually different from reading it. That’s my motto in life.