Books To Get Back Into Reading Novels & Stories

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

After that, I spend an hour in the gym downstairs, and then I grab some lunch before wandering into the rec room with a book my dad sent me called Finding Your Center: The Busy Woman's Guide to Inner Peace and Tranquility. I make it three pages before I start to feel antsy. It's too easy to let my mind wander while I'm reading. My thoughts keep going back to my argument with Luca last night. Or to our practice session last week. Or to a dozen other little things I've promised myself I won't think about.

As soon as Marcy left, Phoebe’s eyes went back to the bookshelf, and her eyes lit up as the different colors of the books made her feel at home. The place wouldn’t be so boring anymore. Her routine since her return was to wake up, eat breakfast, and remain in the garden till Lucas returned from work for the day and as much as the first few days was fun, repeating the same thing over and over again became tiring. But now that these books were here, she would have something else to keep herself busy with. Phoebe walked towards the shelf and picked a book, a smile clouding her features as she read the title out loud. She went back to her bed and lay down, a contented sigh escaping her lips as h

She reached for it surprised by his bold act. He kept it away from her and studied the cover. “This has to be boring.” “It is.” She rolled her eyes. “Give me my book back.” “If it’s boring and you know this, then why are you reading it?” He handed it back to her. “Because the University of Miami law school suggested these books for their first year students.” She shrugged. “I like to be prepared before a semester starts.” “It’s summertime. “I’m aware of that.” “You need to be saved.”

Because it was accurate in the specific and complete way of an accuracy that contained more than its surface, that described not only the thing it named but the shape of the life that had produced the needing. She reads to feel less alone. I thought about the worn spines. I thought about the books read before and read again, the specific act of returning to a thing that had worked once to see if it worked again, the way you returned to it not because you had forgotten it but because the not-being-alone that it produced was a condition that required renewal, that did not persist on its own without the returning. I thought: she has been returning to these books for a long time. I thought: she

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The warmth from the fire didn't really ease the uneasy feeling growing inside me. Taking a deep breath, I opened the book. Each page turn felt like stepping back into a past I wanted to forget. The flames continued to dance, casting a flickering light that seemed to play along with the emotions swirling within me. I turned another page, the words becoming guides through a landscape of recovery I wasn't sure I was ready to navigate. Memories, like shadows, crept in as the fire crackled. Each sentence seemed to awaken echoes of my own experiences. It was as if the library held its breath, waiting for me to absorb the weight of those stories and somehow find my own path within them.

I ignored them and walked on by. Turning the corner, I strode to the library’s double doors across from the staircase without running into another soul. I was in desperate need of distraction. Books to the rescue. The library flared to life as I entered. Wall sconces lit, and the hearth awoke. I replaced the books I’d borrowed to their empty spots, then moved to a different section. Scanning the titles, I found and pulled out a couple of classics I’d been meaning to read forever. The first was The Three Musketeers, and the other was Pride and Prejudice. I hoped at least one of them held my attention enough to get lost in.

"That won't be necessary." Surprisingly, Sophia did not respond with her usual sarcasm. Instead, she took out her phone and immediately booked tickets for five days from now. "I understand if you're upset with me. I've booked the tickets. Once you've recovered in a few days, we'll go on our honeymoon." "That's not necessary, Sophia." Sophia looked at me, and I said softly, "Just don't feel obligated to me, and don't think you owe me anything. I'm the one who owes you."