Novel & Cerita Best Bedtime Reading For Adults

“I just… wasn’t expecting anyone.” She gave me a small smile and tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “I usually come in here when I can’t sleep. Reading helps me relax, you know?” I nodded, even though my mind was still spinning from the missing book. “Yeah… I get that.” Cindy walked over to one of the chairs in the corner and sat down, her eyes flicking to the shelves around us. “There’s something calming about being in here at night. Like the books are whispering stories only the moon gets to hear.”

I knew he had many questions to ask, but because of the kids, he’d refrained from asking. “Thanks,” I muttered, collecting it from his hands and gulping the contents in it. The kids grabbed in for another round of play; I watched keenly as they played. Maya and Mason tried to call me in, but I turned them down because mentally I needed rest. When it was late in the night, the kids asked Liam to read them a storybook before they slept, and I was amazed to see him read it to them. It stirred something within me. Once they were tucked in, I walked to the room he prepared to have some rest since I was drained, but I was stopped by Liam.

“Reading is good but reading at night is not.” “But it’s better! The sound of the crickets and the silence of the darkness added some chilling effects to reading, Mom…” Etheal reasoned out and I raised my brows at her. “But it’s dangerous. I am sorry, Mom, Dad.” Nix brushed Etheal’s long black hair and Garox’s brown hair. “Let’s get back to sleep.”

Nathaniel said. “Another one! Another one!” Sebastian requested. Alisa nodded with a smile. “You want another story, Ali?” Nathaniel asked his daughter. Alisa nodded. “I can’t hear you, baby.” Alisa swayed her body at first, then spoke. “Another one!” Nathaniel chuckled, pinching Alisa’s cheek lightly. “Good girl.” They hadn’t seen Serena yet, so they eagerly listened to another story. The last book Nathaniel read was 'Goodnight Moon.' It was the perfect story to get them ready for bed. As he read, he changed his tone and pointed to the items mentioned in the book. By the time he was done, the kids were satisfied.

Perhaps I ought to swap to an audio book, that might soothe me whilst I wait. “Hey honey, you asleep yet?” I hear my mother say from the other side of the door. My fairy lights are still on and my bedside lamp, she can see the light no doubt filtering below the gap at the bottom of my door. It’s getting past my curfew and my folks really don’t like for me to be awake much past eleven. I have to be up at half six to fit in a run before school, shower and all the usual stuff everyone has to do. I sigh and reach for the remote by me on the bed. I press the small button which turns my fairy lights off and then hit the switch on my bedside table. I’ve got a small reading light that fits onto my b

That much was obvious. ‘A Hundred Years of Solitude.’ She was only halfway through the book. It was a heavy one, and she couldn’t understand why she read it before she came back. Night time was perfect for a reading session, so she was reading seriously. Heather was the most attractive when she was quiet, and she drifted to sleep with a book in her hands that night. If there was one downside about night reading, that would be the fact that the reader would fall asleep easily.

Tonight, my sweet little daughter was wide awake, so we kept each other company in soft lighting and relative quiet while Fiona got her much-needed rest. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books on the top shelf of Fiona’s bedroom library. It dawned on me, as I paced around the quiet room with Lexi, that I perhaps I could use my sleeplessness for something productive and join my wife in her project of reading some of these parenting books…

The books were a geography — the specific map of two people who had different relationships with reading and had found the shared bedroom large enough to hold both kinds. Alexander read in bed before sleeping, always. It was part of his routine, as fixed as brushing his teeth or setting the alarm. He read for exactly twenty minutes — Elijah had timed it, once, out of curiosity — and then he turned off the light and went to sleep with the efficiency of someone who had trained himself to fall asleep on command.

“Can I recommend some light bedtime reading?” “No. But you can recommend something for my daughter. And drop it off for her later this afternoon. She’s awake and keeping regular hours by the sounds of it. Isn’t that right, Luna?” I look from Mistra to the Luna, whose face is inscrutable. “Can you gather a few books you think she would enjoy?” Mistra continues. “I’d like to keep her mind occupied while she’ll be in the infirmary for several weeks.” “Um. Yes of course.” I don’t know Mistra, and I don’t really have time for this right now, but disobeying Mistra in front of the Luna doesn’t sound like a good idea. “Do you know what she likes?”

It’s so good it borders on s*x. Sort of. I read for a bit longer before falling asleep, curled up in a blanket by the fireplace. The next morning I start the same way. Read, work for about an hour, make something to eat, read some more. And then I’m done with that book. Ugh. I glance at the fae book. Why hadn’t I brought a third book?