Booktok Made Me Do It: The Evolution Of Reading Novels & Stories

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The accumulated reader would find the ordinary morning not as a subject the book introduced but as a destination they had been traveling toward since the first book had invited them inside the argument. Don had not written the four books with this effect in mind. He had written each book as it had come, following the argument where it led, not knowing where it was going. But the effect had emerged from the work itself. The argument about accumulation had produced an accumulation in its readers. The argument had created the conditions for its own recognition.

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

***** Book Two: Betrothed to the Ruthless Barbarian King Leila’s point of view I just ran out of pages, I closed the book slowly, reluctantly….. like the story would disappear forever if I shut it too fast. It didn’t, it never did. That was the problem with reading fictional books. The stories didn’t end when you reach the last page, they stayed. They clung to your chest, wrapped around your thoughts, sank into your bones like something permanent, leaving you stranded in the last paragraph like someone pulled the ground beneath your feet mid step.

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were even older myths and traditions that traced the origins of our species' emergence from the human shadows. Before, I had never been a big reader. It's interesting how a person's habits can change while in captivity. I picked out an old leather-bound book with yellowed pages. The book felt substantial in my hands, heavier than most things these days. Even the familiar lines were preferable than the never-ending cycle of my own thoughts in the dismal boredom of my incarceration, even if I had already read it twice. The bed creaked as I lowered myself onto it, carefully arranging the chain so it wouldn't pull when I settled back against the headboard. Small accommodations I'd learned to ma

I read from a self-help book I had once read, ‘Eat-That-Frog’, that eating your biggest frog first would make eating the smaller ones easier. That big book I picked was my biggest frog. It looked so bulky and hard to read. The fun part was that the books in the pack were limited editions and couldn't be found anywhere else. “Okay, princess. Let’s get to work. We can argue later," she said, and I assumed that was her admitting defeat in a subtle way. We read for over an hour with me resisting the urge to ask where Dominic went. Did he really leave the pack for me? What about his people? And what about his work?

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

Deciding to try one more time, I opened the book, and this time around I didn't just flip through the pages, I decided to go through the words one after another. After spending hours staring at the strange words m, they slowly began to make sense. "I can read it!" I squealed excitedly, drawing the attention of everyone who looked at me like I'd lost my brain.

Karina says while looking over my amused face with a smile of her own. "Good. Between them taking on that needed role and Logan sending us over a complete library instucting us how to be a good Alpha things are looking up," we reply and Karina nods. "Are you liking the books?... I mean are you having trouble with any of the words," Karina asks and we shake our head. Rupert had barely taught us how to read, but we had practiced when we could growing up. We wanted to be more than a simpleton. When we had spotted anything with words we would scoop it up and sound out the letters until the words had made sense. Even Mother and a couple omegas down in the dungeons had helped us learn to read. The