Books For Adults Who Love Harry Potter 소설 & 이야기

I guess someone must have been taking it and put it there. I took the book and start reading, oh gosh I'm so tired. I wanted to sleep. I just finish around 30%, I still have 70% to go. Oh great! I keep yawning and yawning. I need a coffee like.. Really need one. I walked outside and looked for a vending machine. I remembered that it's near my drawing class. I walked there and buy 2 cans of coffee. When I arrived at the library, there a bread and a hot coffee on the top of my desk. This is weird. I looked around to find someone I know, who did this?

“All kinds of books. I’ve ready fantasy, romance and everything in between. I’ve read Harry Potter probably more times than I can count.” “Harry Potter?” I chuckle. “Don’t diss on Harry Potter or I’ll turn this horse around.” I chuckle at her threat. “Do you read?” “I do, probably not as much as you but I do. I tend to stick to fantasy stories like The Hobbit or the Game of Thrones series.”

Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.

“We don’t have an attic in the apartment, Jake. Come on, help me with them. You promised you would.” He huffed and sat beside me on the floor. “I was thinking more of finding your old pictures, diaries, and even lingerie.” His look was heated when he whispered the last word, making me shiver. “I already packed most of them except my lingerie and books,” I replied and awed at the old Harry Potter book set my mom had bought me on my birthday. It was old but still held so many memories. Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house.

But the statement seemed to have given her just the strength she needed, as she rose from the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, Phoebe returned, looking so refreshed you'd hardly know she'd been in tears. She got dressed in a baggy polo and short pants. While she searched the room for a pin to adjust her shorts that was a little bigger than her at the waist, she caught sight of a novel, which made her lips curl up in a smile. One of the seven series of Harry Potter’s books _Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. She’d just finished with the first series back home and as luck would have it, that was the next one on the line. Her stomach growled but she ignored it, know

“What? “Uhm, Madam Puddifoot? From Harry Potter? In Hogsmeade Village?” “You like Harry Potter?” Jackson replies with a chuckle. “I saw the movies when I was a child, but I have not thought of them much since, I suppose.” Monica’s smile is bright as she admits, “I love them. I watch all eight movies at least once a year and lost count of how many times I have also read the books years ago. But the first time I read them was with my mom, and we both fell in love with the stories.” “Who’s your favorite? Harry?”

I made love to her after that and she slept like a baby all through the night. I wouldn't say sex was a cure for her nightmares but it helped and that was enough for me. I'm seriously addicted to her body like an addict is to drugs and I'm not so sure I ever want to stop. "Hey gorgeous." I stride across the room to meet her and bend to kiss her hair. "What are you reading?" "Harry potter." She lifts the book for me to see the cover. "It's so addictive." "Yeah, it is." I agree. "You can see it's a little bit worn out. I read it a lot when I was younger."

Back in LA, in times like this, where I had nothing to do and was seemingly distracted, I would lie in bed, reread one of the books on my shelf, and reread it the next day until I could almost memorize the entire thing. I'm an avid fan of reading. I loved J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, James Patterson's Maximum Ride Series and his other books like Suzanne's letter to Nicholas, Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson series, The Kane Chronicles, Heroes of Olympus, the House of Night series, Blue Bloods and many others I can't name now. I sighed for the second time when my aunt called my name and refused to get my butt off her black couch in the living room as I flipped the television from one chann

While the library was filled with business books and self-help books, she was able to find some novels, albeit classics. Mary had stolen them, or more like borrowed them for a while, and she was in his room reading. And no, it wasn’t due to the fact that she missed Nicholas or just wanted to smell his scent. No. It was more because she found reading in his room better since it was bigger than hers and his bed was more comfortable. She lay on the bed, armed with a bowl of salted popcorn she had made early, as she flipped the pages of Harry Potter. Just close to her, on the nightstand, was the milkshake, which she would occasionally sip from.

The sun was out, and the weather was beautiful. A contrast to the storm brewing inside the house. I signed and leaned against Mum’s grave as I continued reading Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince since it had been one of her favourite books when she was alive. I hadn’t been a big fan of books and only read because of Mom. I read about seven chapters before I got tired, so I closed the book and lay down on the well-trimmed grass beside her grave. Weird, I know but it always calmed me down to be this close to her.