Book For Beginning Readers Novels & Stories

Just then. “Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?”

"You know what..." Minos reached for his breast pocket and produced a small leather-bound booklet, placing it on the boy's lap. "What's this?" The boy grabbed it and started reading. "Thee. Dragun. Fromm. Thee. Shyre. What's this about?" "It's about... a dragon. From the shire." Minos didn't know how to explain what the book was about, as he never really got past the first ten pages himself. He found it boring and too juvenile for his taste. He only reads it so he can go to sleep. "It's my favorite book," he lied, "and I want you to read it."

“A story?” “Yeah! The fox one.” He reached toward the small stack of books on his bedside table. “Mommy always reads it!” My throat tightened. I forced a small smile and took the book. “Alright. The fox it is.” The pages felt rough beneath my fingertips. I cleared my throat and began. “Once upon a time, there was a fox who lived—” Aaron frowned, tilting his head. “You sound weird.” I blinked. “Weird?” “Your voice is funny.”