Book To Read On Vacation Novels & Stories

Why hadn’t I brought a third book? I cook lunch early to give myself something to do and then head out for a walk. The air is crisp and fresh, the light layer of snow from the night before melting away, leaving behind a thick layer of dew on everything. I look back at the cabin and strongly consider swimming in the freezing lake rather than go read the book about fae mates some more. But the cold gets to me and I end up going inside. I groan while picking it back up. I’ll just skim those parts. I think.

And honestly, I wasn’t ready to face what he wanted just yet. I turn the page of the Alley Ciz book I'm reading and get lost for a few minutes reading Jase and Melody's love story. Trying my best to not burst into laughter at the antics of the characters. That author has a way with words. Drawing you in until you feel like you are part of the story. She's one of my new favorite authors. I have no shame in saying I stalked her on social media. Reading is one of the best ways I know of to remove myself from all the drama around me, a chance for me to reset my mind. My name is called, and I place my bookmark and put it in my purse.

I refused to join them because I don't like to pretend I was enjoying a vacation when I have a lot of things going on in my mind. I started reading the book Aae left as a gift for Christmas. He went home while Tita Annly spent the breaks at the hospital. Like me, she's not fond of celebrating. I just visited the church during Christmas Eve and watched the fireworks outside the porch. It was sad, but I like it. I made a lot of realizations these past few days. I already touched the soft edge of the book when my eyes caught a glimpse of the flower pot near my coffee. The pink-fern like petals were swaying a little as the wind brushed against my hair.

“I don't want to fall behind on schoolwork, so I am…” "No," I shook my head and picked it out of her lap, setting it aside gently. She stared at me with her lips slightly parted as she waited for me to explain the reason for my no. “Babe, it's called a vacation for a reason. You need to vacate everything else and just focus on having fun." I moved to my bedroom and took out a few books I had liked to read before. “I think you'd find these better suited for a beach than those books."

Just laying down for five minutes and I was already bored of it. I tried not to think of anything that was happening as I tried to think of something fun to do that wouldn't waste my time unnecessarily. BOOKS. It’s been an eternity since I ever read anything so I quickly got out of bed and headed towards the library. It was dusty and dark and deserted because no one bothered to make use of it anyways but that would be beneficial to me. Can you imagine how fun it would be reading without any distractions? Twould be fun. I had barely picked up a book when the door suddenly creaked open and Marcia’s face was in sight.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind not going out?” “Presley, most of the time when I am home, I stay home. I’m not one to go out partying. I get we’re on vacation and we’re supposed to be having fun but part of being on vacation is also relaxing and recharging and doing the things you don’t get to do at home. I almost never have time to watch a movie. Most of the time, I’m reading emails or research materials or reviewing reports from the time I’m out of bed until I turn the light out at night. I would love to spend an evening doing nothing with you.” “I would like that.”

“You know what? You’re the most hardworking person I know. I can’t believe you’re spending the whole summer break just… working. Don’t you even have a plan to go on a vacation? Catch some rays? Hiking? Sightseeing? Beach?” Beach. A sudden memory tickles at the back of my mind. The scent of salty air, the feel of grainy white sands against my skin… and the crystal blue water that greets my eyes every morning. Yeah, I used to live on a beach, alright. And I’ve had enough fill of that to last a lifetime. Now, I’m not excited to go back. “Nah. I’m good. Working at the café is an exciting getaway too.” I take a deep breath and slide the bookmark onto the page before tucking the book back into my

“Three weeks at home is so boring, Love. I can’t stand still, read a book, and watch constantly. “ Terrence sighed. “Would doing it all with me be boring? I intend to have a long vacation, mate. “ “But what should we do?” I asked in annoyance. “We can do everything. We can read books, we can study together, we can shop together ....” “Boring.” I threw myself on the bed and frowned because my knees were tied so tightly. “We can do it together and I won’t bore you.” Terrence again said that enjoying a vacation at home alone is a fun thing. I don’t approve of that. But I don’t know where to go after being banned from going to the beach. Maybe I should go to the mountain, plant flowers like mom

"She's already filled the space she's got and she's storing them in here." Swigging at the beer, I prise off a lid, looking at a couple of titles. Turn Right at Machu Picchu, Mark Adams... Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road, Kate Harris... The Innocents Abroad, Mark Twain... A whole stack of Bill Bryson titles... Bit of a theme going on there. Wonder if she wants to travel? Get back to the point... "Michael, I mean no offence, but I have to say this. I know they are your family, but you need to keep those dried-up harpies you call aunts either under control or away from Charlotte.

I slip into a random empty paired seat and sink into the window seat, trying to push William Ravenstone out of my head. Bibah pushes our luggage into the compartment made for them under the seats, then sits next to me with a sigh. She takes off her bucket hat as she gets comfortable, loosening the end of her scarf and then bringing out a shiny new book and a bottle of water from her tote bag. I glimpse the title of the book; Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The bus continues to fill up steadily, with students seating themselves next to their mates or their friends.