Books To Get You Back Into Reading Novels & Stories

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.

They slip from mine a second or two later before she selects her book and starts to read aloud. I'm interested in the book at first, before the situation in front of me begins to distract me from Amelia's words. We've been back together for a while now, and it's felt so good to have her back, but I don't know if it's ever felt this good. I did it, I got her back. I gave her the time that she needed and made myself a safe place for her to feel okay again, and she came back. She's home, and she's okay. Better than okay. She's travelling to a new continent for the first time, having a vacation for the first time in possibly a decade, letting someone else take care of her for a change, reading n

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I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

Adam's P.O.V. I walked into the school library, two coffees in hand, the next Saturday morning. Yeah, yeah, I’m a flatterer, but in my defense, it felt as if I still owed my one true mate a million more coffees before I would be able to make her forget about our first disaster coffee date. And now, it was my mission to do so. To make her forget about all the bad and make her focus on the good from now on, so hopefully soon, she would start to see how great we fitted together.

What I needed to do was take time to get the heck out of my head. I dropped my phone back on the nightstand and looked around my room, wanting, no, needing to find something to steal my attention. I stood up from the bed and walked into the walk-in closet, specifically towards the bag of books I had lying around. Yes. This would help. I pulled the first book from the pile, a fantasy romance I haven't had the privilege to read yet, and walked back to my bed. I sat down, leaning my back against the headboard, and opened the cover of the book.

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to me. As I read through the books he brought me, I found myself becoming more and more engaged. The stories were a welcome distraction from my thoughts, and I found myself losing myself in the characters and plotlines. It was a feeling I hadn't experienced in months, and it was a welcome respite from the darkness that had been consuming me.

I reply, looking over the shelves to the right of me. The guy is quiet for a minute while he considers what I said. He then leads me over to a table with books erratically stacked on top of it. “These are the clearance books. I run a buy one get one on this table. I would recommend getting two that speak to you. Maybe a couple of different genres,” he advises.

“Except for the new Nesmir Christie book, they did.” “Darn it, that book is the one we need to boost our new membership drive.” Her boss sounded aggrieved. “We did get the new books by Devlin Geris and John Rood.” She held up a copy each of the two writers whom she considered among the best in the business. “Hm, I suppose those will have to do.” Hamby shrugged indifferently. “We could get them to do a reading here at the library...” Doris looked at her boss expectantly. “Or at least one of them, John Rood maybe... ”