Books With The Most Pages Novels & Stories

“This is the thirteenth largest library owned by Herald.” I was greeted with tall shelves that were full of books. Wow. Our school library or even our town library couldn’t compare to that repertoire. Has Sean read all of the books there? Maybe those were business books that’re full of graphs, economic statuses, and etc. They say that a CEO’s average read in a year is 60 books. Awesome, right? After all, learning doesn’t stop after graduation. “All of them are literary books,” she said. I smiled. So that meant they’re all stories?

} he stopped and turned to me [ at 9:30 PM each night ] I checked my watch, it was just 7:20 PM [ no worries, you have loads of time ] with that he walked back down the creaky stairs. I turn and walk down each row of books, reading their genres until I get to werewolves { finally! } I sit on the floor and fold my legs and began scanning through the books one by one, it's amazing the amount of false and bizarre information is written in these books, I laugh at the one what says if humans are bitten by a werewolf they would die under the next full moon. I was just about to give up when I just barely caught glimpse of a very dusty and old stack of books at the very end of the self, they weren't

The walls being light colored didn’t surprise me more than the mountains upon mountains of books he has sitting on bookshelves surrounding the room. I walk around the room running my hands over all the different titles and authors. Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, H.G Wells, and so much more. Wuthering Heights, a first edition version sat in a case in between the shelves by a set of double doors to what looks like a balcony. It stuck out to me more than any of the other titles because it surprises me more than anything that he would read a book such as that. I try to picture in my head him sitting in a chair with glasses, all relaxed and snuggled up reading a classical romance novel

I am aware that he is like looking at my face for a long time and is keep on glancing at me. “Ahmmnn a book entitled Wuthering Heights by Emily Bonte, Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens, and hemmnn Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” I said as I look into the books there. “I see, those are rare books now since they are old and people nowadays don’t like sad and pure narration stories.” Henry said and I just nod. Henry is now helping me through the pile of books. It was almost 30 minutes yet we haven’t found one of the 3 books.

Wow. I was drooling. It wasn't just a room with books. It was a sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with hardcovers, a rolling ladder, a massive fireplace that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. The scent of old paper and leather hit me, comforting and familiar. I ran my finger along the spines. ‘The Art of War’, ‘Sun Tzu’. ‘Histories of the Roman Empire’. Biographies of kings and conquerors. Heavy stuff. Interspersed with them were fiction classics. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dumas.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

and I showed him the book I am holding. “Is that your story, right?” Syrel asked and she gets the book away from me. “What the heck. There is nothing inside” she reacted when she saw the content of the book. “It’s just a sample handbound of my story. Besides, where are calculating how we can put all of it in just one book. Look at it, it’s thick because it has 500+ pages” I explained to her. “So don’t expect that it has contents now because it’s just a sample” I added.

Her back and joints were stiff, her eyes were hurting from the non-stop reading, and she had already sneezed way too many times from the dust. The book she was reading now was a huge, oversized volume with thick leather binding, cracked along the spine. It probably weighed ten pounds, and was at least twelve inches wide and long. She had it opened to the middle of the book, and each page she turned crackled with age. The pages were thick, so much thicker than those of modern books, and yellow with age. It was a physically gorgeous volume, published in 1661, interspersed with hand-drawn illustrations, some of them in color. Caitlin turned the pages with the utmost care as she went, not wantin

In addition, she had filled the basket with plenty of tasty drinks that tasted like fruit juice. It was everything one could possibly want if they were going to lie on a blanket in the beautiful summer sun and read a book about elven history. I lay down on my stomach, placing the book in front of me. It was large and heavy. Just for fun, I flipped to the back—there were no fewer than four hundred and forty-nine pages in the book. And that was only volume one! I wondered how many volumes there were in total. I opened the big book and could smell the traces of time in it. All I hoped for was that it wouldn’t be too dry to read.

I tried not to gawk as I watched shimmering blue and grey threads of magic reach out in all directions towards the shelves of books that lined the room. Book after book removed itself from the shelves, drifting into neat stacks on the nearest table. My amazement was quickly replaced with abject horror when the total book count reached twenty-three. "There's no way I'm going to be able to read this many books." I laughed, but grabbed a large armful of them anyway. I figured it'd be smart to move in clusters. I'd open up six or so books, scan the index until I found either portals or blockages. Most of the book's only briefly mentioned the subjects, and quickly dropped them entirely as they we