Books To Read To Get Back Into Reading 소설 & 이야기

It seemed like the perfect time to immerse myself in my reading. I wasn't a romantic woman so the novels that revolved around a love story seemed very boring to me. The book I was reading was suspenseful and I was very intrigued, I was so immersed in the story that I was really scared when my alarm went off. I grabbed my phone and read the reminder. It was time to study. I turned the page I was reading and put the book on my desk.

I don't know that he literally wants to read these books that I recommend him to read. These books are what I really like. I really meant to put those books here for Ken to read, I didn't expect it because those were the exact books that he read it here. Before he woke up from my gaze, I returned to the table and quietly did my work there. I just want to feel what it's like to work with these books around me, it's not bad and it seems like I'm going back in time because the smell of books is what I'm smelling.

he couldn’t help but add, “I don’t want to discourage her from reading in general.” Mrs. Gentry scribbled a note on the paper in front of her. “Certainly not. I know how much of a struggle it can be to get kids to read these days, especially with phones and the Internet and TV distracting them. Books are boring, they tell me. It’s a pleasure to see Emma remaining interested in reading.”

A reader? I feel drawn to the shelf like a moth to a flame. My fingers trail over the spines — classic literature, philosophy, ancient history. Lost in the titles, my eyes land on a beautiful leather-bound edition of Wuthering Heights. I rise onto my toes, straining, my fingers just brushing its edge. It wobbles and then falls from the shelf with a heavy thud that sends a cloud of dust into the air making me sneeze twice.

The stores pass by in a blur and the silence in the car is comfortable. My legs are bouncing up and down at different speeds and I’m buzzing with excitement. I’m humming to myself and feel like I’ve slammed eight shots of espresso. The only thoughts on my mind are the stacks of books in the back seat. They call to me. I can almost hear them whispering to me, begging me to read them. One of them particularly calls to me. It’s called The Alpha’s Good Girl and do I need to say anymore about it? The title speaks for itself, but the blurb reached into my soul and I need the pain and pleasure I know it will deliver. The sun is setting and I don’t even question it as I reach down and pinch myself.

Hello, I didn't expect to see you today, didn't You like my books? On the contrary, my words will not be enough to thank you. I completed it and wanted to return it to you quickly. Well, Bella, let me tell you something, and he knew the reason for this hurry, these books are like medicine for us, and medicine cannot be taken all at once but in doses, reading books of this value in such a short time is more like a suicide, exactly like if you took an overdose of medicine. Some Books deserve more time, and you may need to repeat them more than once, and this applies to what you have chosen. I told you earlier, I will not go anywhere until you read it all and understand it.

I tried to assure myself that I would grow out of it. I slipped out of bed to do my morning ritual so I can go back to read my book. Today's weekend, with the way everywhere, is quiet. I am sure they are still sleeping so I will just settle for reading. Hopefully I will be done with the second book before I am called down for breakfast or lunch…. Anyone. I started with THE RITUAL and just a few pages into it and I am already glued. Fuck me if I don't go back for more. I was so lost in my own world when I heard a knock. Ugh, who could that be now. I'll just ignore it.

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.”

“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.”

"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."