Books To Read To Get Back Into Reading Novels & Stories

"Yeah, you know we barely do much at work these days so I'm not always tired, I figured I should go back to reading and so whenever I'm free I just do that." "Oh well, what are you reading this time? Is it one of my books?" Alicia winked at her. "Come on girl...You know I do love to read your books, but this time I decide to try something new, something different." May smiled. "Someone introduced me to a reading app as well as a new genre of a story, so...the book title iss...THE BETRAYED LUNA'S REVENGE by Purple Ink.''

Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen

I fell asleep after several minutes. The next day, I decided to head into a few stores with Jenny. Just to get away from the mansion and have some great company. Something to distract myself from the troubles inside my brain. Jenny and I headed into a book store and we looked around. We both enjoyed reading all sorts of books. Reading something can make you forget about the world around you for a moment and some books can even make you feel like you’re in whatever world is created inside the book. Reading romance and comedy are my favorite, but once in a while, a good mystery is good to read too. I was busy reading the back of a book from an author that I never heard of before while Jenny w

As soon as Marcy left, Phoebe’s eyes went back to the bookshelf, and her eyes lit up as the different colors of the books made her feel at home. The place wouldn’t be so boring anymore. Her routine since her return was to wake up, eat breakfast, and remain in the garden till Lucas returned from work for the day and as much as the first few days was fun, repeating the same thing over and over again became tiring. But now that these books were here, she would have something else to keep herself busy with. Phoebe walked towards the shelf and picked a book, a smile clouding her features as she read the title out loud. She went back to her bed and lay down, a contented sigh escaping her lips as h

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

I decided to head to the library to read instead, since I hadn't been there for a while and my brain was starting to feel as stagnant as my body. The guards at the library doors already know me by now, and they stepped aside to allow me to enter without any questions. I didn't waste any time. I spent the next few hours pulling down old biographies of the pack and thick volumes on regional history, trying to see if anything would spark a memory. I wanted to regain my past, but the more I read, the more I felt like I was reading about strangers. By the time I felt like I had had enough, the sun was low in the sky and it was almost evening. I hadn't gained anything much from the search. At this

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

She did the same for him. One evening, as they walked through the city, Grace noticed a small bookstore she had never seen before. They went in on impulse. The space was narrow, warm, filled with the smell of paper and dust. Grace wandered the aisles slowly. She picked up a novel, then another. She realized she had not read fiction in months. Everything she consumed had been functional. Informational. Necessary. She chose a book without overthinking it. At home later, she read until midnight. The story was ordinary, human, unresolved. She loved it. When she closed the book, she felt something shift. She was no longer only responding to the world. She was engaging with it for pleasure again.

I said as I pulled the book back. I proceeded, “Elizabeth said that books can offer something, and it is different to each and every reader. Now that I’ve read something, I agree with her. A book can remind you of something that you believed to have lost in time. It gives you back that hope, the imagination, the lost child inside of you. Which is why I have to disagree with your belief that reading destroys someone’s knowledge.” She looked at me, stunned by my response.