Books To Read To Get Back Into Reading Novels & Stories

"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."

_KIMBERLY_ I stared at the bookshelf in front of me and hummed in thought. Despite me coming to the nearest bookstore to buy some books, I had no idea of what books to get. I was here in hopes of finding a new hobby. I wasn't much of a reader but the internet told me that reading was a good way to pass time. Not wanting the usual experience of looking at my phone screen or laptop, I decided to buy a real life, paperback book and I felt damn proud of that idea. But here I was, at a loss of what to book to pick.

Have my kids and I been talking and dining with werewolves all along? Shivering at the thought, I dropped my gaze back to the book on my hand, for a reason unable to ignore opening it. As if compelled by a force bigger than me, I found myself opening to where I last stopped and seeing that there’s really nothing to stop me from doing this, I began to read again. And despite my frustration and pain, I found myself getting so absorbed I lost all sense of time. It was the knock on the door that got me distracted and even after attending to the waiter and putting away our dinner, I found myself picking up the book again and going back to reading it.

He took a deep breath, and tried to relax back on the chair so that he could be focused on the book he was reading. After a while he was already so tired of reading the book. He wished he could just stand up right now and go and do something else, but that's really not possible, because there was really nothing for him to do right now, so he just has to remain there in the library. He dropped the book on the table as he tried to shut his eyes and focused on something else. But somehow he felt like going ahead to read the book again. He sighed heavily and slowly took up the book again. He resumed back to the book and this time he tried to be focused on it, as he kept searching for the main hi

"Like what to eat and what to avoid, and all do and don't. "Really?" "Hmm" "Then I too need that book." "Sure." 'Until then, we can purchase an ebook and go through it.', Rex suggested. 'Agree. Whenever she will be sleeping, we will read those ebooks.' 'Yep! That's a perfect idea.' *****

Then he said,” You guys also have a café here in with the bookstore, right? “Yeah, we do. Some people come in and like to read for some time. Enjoy. There is a woman who comes for lunch here every day at three in the afternoon and then takes her book which she likes and keeps on reading for the whole thirty minutes. She cannot afford to buy the books. So we try and help people give as much as chance they can to read. My boss thinks that the people who come here to read books are gonna be extinct soon like dodo birds and we are trying to help rehabilitate them,” I said as we finally reached the aisle where the second hand books were kept.

It makes you feel like you belong. This is also why I love reading—it keeps me engaged, gives my mind something to do, and, honestly, it prevents boredom from creeping in. Then, there’s a knock on the door. I feel a little caught off guard, so I lean over to grab my glass of wine again, thinking it’ll make me seem like a businesswoman—like I’ve got everything together. But in my haste to put it back on the coffee table, I almost spill it all over my sleepwear. My legs, still crossed, scramble to readjust.

Like I understand now. Understand what? She looked at the book. The worn cover. The marked pages. The sticky notes she'd added herself. That I wasn't supposed to get it the first time. That's what I've been trying to tell you. I know. --- At 8, Maya walked to the cafe. The bell rang. The woman behind the counter looked up. "You're back." "I'm back." "Did you finish it again?" "I finished it again." The woman poured tea. Set it on the counter. "Are you going to read it a third time?"

I still can’t lean into that fully, knowing anything can happen. Getting off the bed, I went to the bathroom to ease myself and splash some water on my face. Feeling a bit alive, I returned to the room to read one the books that Janet had sworn I would love. I am a sucker for romance novels, but it seems I must have lost my spark along the line these past few months seeing how hard it is for me to grasp a whole sentence.

She pouted and rolled on her side to stare at me, “Can I at least go for a run?” “You just came back from one.” Mitchell chuckled, reminding her. “I know right. I’m just that bored. There’s nothing to do.” She turned her body upwards, her leg hanging from the top of the couch and her gaze fixed on the ceiling. “Then visit the library. There are a million book in their just waiting for you t wreck their spine.” I turned my attention back to the book in my hands. “Blergh! I can’t read to save my life, it’s so boring. I don’t even understand how you complete more than three books a day.”