Book That Read To Me Novels & Stories

Some sleep will surely recharge me. As my breathing starts to slow and even out, Emma's voice makes me snap my eyes open. To my surprise, she's reading aloud from her book, her words soft and gentle. A part of me wants to protest while another part of me wants to hear the story. I silently fume in my seat until the kid in me wins out, and I loosen my muscles and close my eyes again. Emma's soothing voice echoes around the room, and soon enough, I'm drifting off to sleep.

My body sliding down to the floor as I sit on the floor, my back resting on it and somehow, I can tell he is doing the same. After some minutes, I see a book slide under the door, a favorite book of mine as I pick it, his voice saying from the other side of the door "Read to me" Read to me. Just like how he always asks me to. I want to not read, I want to tell him to go away. I know he does not ever listen and actually understand what I say, but he still keeps asking me to read. So I do that. I pick the book, my hands trembling as I flip open a page, my eyes landing on the it as I begin to read "Ben h-has to learn about s-surviving on h-his own. He would miss his g-grandma and her c-cookies

"No one does. I don't care what the prophecy says." She looks at me. "You really believe that." "I do," I confirm. Day Five. I bring books today: old stories from my childhood, adventures, romances, anything to distract her from the pain. "Would you like me to read to you?" I ask. She nods, so I sit against the wall beside her, open the first book, and start reading. My voice fills the cell, replacing the silence, the fear, the despair. I read for an hour while she listens without moving, just soaking in the story.

I said, grinning from teeth to teeth like a child. We walked into the library. It looked like it had been a while, since it was in use. We went through several sections which included, finance, self-improvement, ethics, business amongst all. I caught a glimpse of a book I had been wanting to read, “Atomic Habits” by James Clear. I picked it immediately, and started going through it. After a while, I noticed I wasn't hearing any sound from the cook. I looked around and found her wiping tears off her eyes with the hem of her apron.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

He still puckered his lips and furrowed his eyebrows like he used to as a kid when he was focused on what he was doing. I chuckled, making him turn toward me. "Hey, sis. When did you get here? I didn't hear you walk in." he asks, making me roll my eyes as I smile foolishly. I kissed his cheek and sat next to him. "Just now. What are you reading?" I asked, making him clear his throat as he looked at the back of the book and showed me the cover. "Uh, Pound The Stone, by," "Joshua Medclaff," I said, feeling proud. "Good choice," I added, making him chuckle. "So you've read it?"

I answered honestly where I could, and gently redirected when things got too personal, and after a while the novelty of me wore off and they drifted back into their own conversations about schools and trips and gossip about people I didn’t know. Lily and I ended up sitting together near the edge of the room, slightly removed from the noise, and she pulled out her phone to show me a picture of the book she was currently reading. “It’s a reread,” she said. “I always go back to it when I’m overwhelmed.” “Comfort reading,” I said. “Yes,” she replied eagerly. “Exactly that.”

I said as I buried my face in my palms. I packed up my things and turned all the lights in my office, it was almost time for Maghrib. I needed to hurry home. " You should go home Ruqayyah, come on I'll take you" I called as I saw her reading a book immediately I walked out of my office. " Okay ma'am, thank you very much" She replied and jumped up from where she sat and dropped the book she was reading on her desk. It was a book by Danielle Steel. Malice.

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And they considered Kai enormously important. Kasey had appointed himself the reader. He arrived every afternoon with a book selected according to criteria he had not fully explained and read aloud in his measured voice while Kai lay against his pillows and listened with the concentrated attention he gave to things that interested him. The books were more advanced than anything most three-year-olds would follow. But Kai followed all of them.