Romans & histoires Books To Get Into Reading

“I don’t really know, to be honest. Do you have any recommendations for someone who wants to start reading?” I blink at him. “You woke up one day and decided to become a reader, came to the library to pick up books, and now you don’t even know what you want?” I say, words spilling out before I can stop them. “You should at least know what you’re into. I’m not here to babysit your reading journey.” I grab my non fiction book from the desk, flipping it open just to keep my hands busy, to stop myself from saying the thousand creative insults running through my head. So much for trying to act professional.

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She ran her fingers over the spines of the books, each one a gateway to a new adventure, a new lesson waiting to be learned. With a steaming cup of tea by her side, Hazel delved into her studies with unwavering focus and determination. The words on the pages danced before her eyes, transporting her to new realms of knowledge and discovery. She scribbled notes in her neat handwriting, absorbing the information like a sponge, eager to expand her mind and enrich her understanding of the world. As the hours passed, Hazel's dedication never wavered. The library transformed into her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in the depths of research and exploration. The quiet hum of studious

She listens with her whole face, eyes wide, lips parted like the words might escape if she doesn’t hold them inside. I pull out a book with colorful illustrations, one I know she’ll like. She’s curious, always asking why, always pointing at the tiniest detail on the page that most people would miss. Reid, not so much. He’s Caleb in miniature, restless, impatient, always chasing movement instead of words. But that’s fine. I like the challenge of finding something for him too, even if it ends up being a book about wolves who fight dragons just so he can roar and act it out while I read. Taking note of the books for Rose, that I will take along with me when I visit home.

“You know, we could have some kind of reading list.” “Reading list?” I asked. “I’ve always envied reading clubs who had books to take down. Since you like reading, that wouldn't actually be inconvenient, will it?” I shook my head, “No.” “So, we decide a time to meet, and then we have a reading list. Maybe we both must finish eight books in two weeks. It could be at the library or right here. We don't have to read the same book. Just have different books, and delve into different worlds on the spot. Doesn't that sound fascinating?” She asked, with a bright smile. Hazel kept talking about the reading list in excitement, and I watched her in wonder.

Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.

“Exactly. I mean, kids can read online, sure, but nothing beats holding a book, feeling the pages. There’s something about it, slows you down, makes you focus.” Tom leaned in, his eyebrows furrowed. “Right, but how do we get them back into the habit? Most parents just give in to the screens because it keeps kids quiet.” “I’ve been thinking about that,” I said, eyes lighting up. “What if we gamified reading? Reward systems, little challenges, like, read a chapter, get points. Make it social, too. Kids love sharing achievements.” Ben’s face lit up. “Yes! And maybe integrate some kind of digital tracker—so it’s tech-friendly but still pushes actual reading. Blend the two worlds.”

“Yeah… Animorphs and Goosebumps in elementary school do not a reader make.” “Hey, those are quality pieces of literature!” I declare. “Says who?” “Says me!” I huff, crossing my arms. “And I’ve read other books too! I like Stephen King and Michael Crichton and Neil Gaiman and—“ “Okay, okay,” he surrenders, lifting his hands and cutting me off. “Seriously, though, why are you going to the library?” “I’m going to do some research.” “For what?” “New training methods. Double checking some of the warrior laws for the kingdom.”

Her eyes grew wide in amazement as each of the books looked like soldiers up in the air flying in unison and into one of the round tables in the middle of the huge library. About three stacks of books now piled up neatly on top of the table. “I need to read all of those?’ “Yes.” She came near the table and found them to be old century books. “Wait, these are aged.” “Yes, they are. But just like wine, they became better as the years grew.” “Wait, why do I need to read? Is this even part of your training?” “Everything that I ask you to do, is part of what you need to learn to become a Jinni. Today, you’ll read. I’ll have someone bring your dinner in here.”