Books To Get You Back Into Reading Novels & Stories

"Well, not entirely innocent, though you are innocent of the events that caused your separation. You want advice from me: you must do several things. First, make it clear to Helena that you feel nothing for her and will not go back to her, even if you are no longer with Galata, because if you end up entangled with her, you will truly be dead. You must stay away from that other woman, although that will be difficult. The girl has not woken up yet, and she fractured her foot and will not be well for some time. If she has no one here, then whose responsibility do you think it will be to take care of her? And if she is still in love with you, she will take advantage of it to get back with you; a

Even if the road to revenge is dangerous and gloomy, I want to walk it one step at a time. I had returned from the royal library with my arms full of books that I planned to read all week. My haven was the library, where I could bury myself in a never-ending supply of information and tales. Additionally, it was there that I had just discovered an odd, secret book—one with secrets I was eager to reveal. Excitement and intrigue flooded my head as I walked back to my room. I was eager to start reading the new books I had obtained. Still, my reverie was cut short when I saw something unexpected.

It is Divergent, insurgent, and Allegiant first edition series, the notebook, The fault in our stars, and Shakespeare books. "I didn't know what kind of books you like, so I just picked the ones I think you might love"a voice startled me, and I placed my hand over my chest. "You scared me, " "Sorry," there is a dark grey wardrobe just behind the door. And a matt on the floor, a white round table at the corner. "It's fine really, I think I will read them. It's been a while since I have read an addictive book, maybe I will find one in these books. Who knows"I shrug, and sit on the bed.

She cautiously made her way back to the quiet library. She scanned the thousands of titles, her fingers brushing over worn leather spines. She should have picked a history, or a strategy text, something to sharpen her mind. Instead, her hand hesitated and then settled on a novel with a worn, colorful cover depicting a windswept couple. A romance. It felt foolish, indulgent, but she pulled it from the shelf anyway.

“Have you contacted the person?” “I forgot something,” I lied smoothly. “So I came back to collect it. I was just about to call the guy.” I paused, shifting slightly. “I also wanted to tell you that if you ever feel bored, you can come pick a book from the library. If you’re into reading.” “Really?” Her eyes lit up a little. “Yeah,” I said. “You can come anytime. Maybe you can even join me now, pick a few to keep yourself busy while Killian is in the office.”

“I’ll write back.” I buy a small paperback on the way out because I want to put money into a place that gave me my breath back for an hour. The cashier gives me a free bookmark that says, You are already the story. I want to cry again. I don't. I put it in the book like a secret.

“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.”

she said. I looked down at the veritable mountain of books. The titles ranged from “Disorders of the Mind: Wolf Psychosis and Beyond” to “Hidden Illnesses and Ways to Find Them”. I had already read several of them, but rereading them wouldn’t hurt. “Thanks.” I shoved the last bite of my second sandwich into my mouth, washed it down with the rest of my coffee, then hopped down from the filing cabinet and gathered everything up. “I’ll get started right away.”

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.

"Nothing. I think I am just going to focus on work and home life. I don't have anything else planned. Might get back into reading, though." "Reading?" "Anything. I used to read three to six books a month. I want to get back to that." "What kind of books?" "Anything. Motivational books, fiction and non-fiction. It doesn't really matter. As long as it's a good read." She pointed towards her room. "Once I sit by and open a book, I can get lost in that world for hours." "Any favourite authors?" "Not exactly." She admitted with a yawn. "I like a lot of authors, no one in particular."