Booktok Is Ruining Reading Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. She snickered again. “Am I missing something? I just don’t get the hype around reading books,” she commented. “I find it weird when someone can’t seem to live without reading. Honestly, I think it’s a total waste of time.” “You do not know what you’re missing!” Alaric exclaimed, his voice rising. He let out a soft scoff, his eyes locked intensely on hers. “Reading is not a waste of time. It never was, and it never will be,”

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

I simply nodded quickly, my eyes still not leaving the book. Minutes and hours passed as I got more and more engaged inside my book, but I didn’t care. This book was too interesting, and I couldn’t stop. God, this is why my parents stopped buying me books. They always made it sound like that’s all I’m ever good at and that it would “distract” me from doing the “important” things in life. Like trying to win the heart of a blood-sucking monster. “Interesting,” I heard a familiar voice say before my book was snatched away from me.

“Business plans blah blah...Argh!, I would probably doze off at the second page and that has like 400 pages?!” “I’m the one reading it and not you. Why are you complaining?” “Tsk! You are so boring, you should get something more interesting to read not this boring book” He looked at me amusedly and moved closer to me making me rest my back at the shelf. “You are getting books for your exam? Are the books in any way fun to read?” “No, because they are textbooks and textbooks are naturally boring” “So...?” He looked at me questionably. “You aren’t attending any school anymore. No exams to worry about. Why do you even need to read books? This kind for that matter” I scoffed.

Lucian asked. "I like reading," I whispered. "But the thing is if it really likes what you've just said... The more I read, the more I understand... I'm not sure if I want to read at all." "Why?" Lucian looked confused. "I don't want to read books to understand cruelty. If all the books are written to justify cruelty, then these books are wrong," I said. Lucian stared at me without saying anything. There was a very strange look on his face.

I demanded, furrowing my brow in disbelief. I was pissed because Lydia was tearing the book without remorse. Books are like living things to me; they have characters and the lives of those characters in them, so they ought to be treated with care. Every crease on the cover, every worn page tells a story not just of the narrative within, but of the readers who have journeyed through its words.

Help yourself to one of those. ‘You mean read?’ ‘That is what people usually do with books.’ With a short sigh of impatience, Theodore wandered over to examine the neat rows of titles which lined an entire wall of her sitting room. The only things he ever read were financial papers or contracts, or business-related articles he caught up with when he was travelling. Occasionally his attention would be caught by some glossy car magazine, which would lure him into changing his latest model for something even more powerful. But he never read books. He had neither the time nor the inclination to lose himself in the world of fiction. He remembered that stupid story he’d read at school—about some a

He asks and I chuckle. "This book is about a war between dragons and shit. It's not like a cook book or a knitting class." I say, chewing on some ice as I type up the description online. "Stop chewing on ice, you're gonna ruin your teeth." Jack barks through the phone, but I ignore him. "Yes or no? I'm sure Mrs. B would just give us the books. You're the one who was bitching that we need to try new things." I say and he groans a little, obviously annoyed by me.

I could spend the rest of my life in this library, reading everything here. I could afford these books, buy them and keep them forever. But something about buying them outright made it feel too…real. My father was the kind of man who thought reading literature was pointless and soft. If he ever found out how much I actually loved it, it’d open a can of worms I wasn’t ready for. It was bad enough that I didn’t enjoy hockey as passionately as he wanted me to. I didn’t need another lecture about “wasting my time” on “books that don’t mean anything.” There would be a lot of arguments where he’d grill me as to why I spent my free time reading instead of practicing. It was just a lot of questions

He asked. "I read the book." She started. "Majority of the readers might not notice it but I did. When I finished it, I feel like something is off– like you know? like something is missing. It has so many plot holes. Many question are left unanswered. You felt that too on your 'Book Of Murder' right?" "Yeah." Eliot admitted. "Maybe that's the reason why I was transfered inside my own book. Because I felt so unsatisfied with my own work."