روايات وقصص ضمن Booktok Made Me Do It: The Evolution Of Reading

“No problem. I’ll just bring some to the table and read with you, if that’s alright.” “By all means,” Benjamin said. He left me alone with the shelf, retreating to the table and his notebook. I debated silently with myself, tempted beyond all reason to grab the three books from the shelf. But instead, I grabbed three texts that I had no interest in, red and black and brown, and brought them to the table. We read in silence for nearly two hours. But as my eyes scanned the pages, I digested nothing, barely even seeing the words on the pages. I had to remind myself to turn the pages to make it look like I was reading, all the while debating my next move.

Syl's eyes widen, and then he cracks up, saying, "It's not like you're going to pull me into a closet with a knife, right?" "No. But, it'll be a little more of something to pay attention to." "Does reading this kind of book help to learn different kinds of magic, like casting?" I ask, leaning forward to look at the book, but get confronted with rows of words constituted of letters that fit on the tip of a pencil in paragraphs in single-space rows. I become dizzy and instead just listen to what Machiv answers, and realize that Machiv probably has an ability to take any long academic piece of literature and compile into a paragraph that can be understood by a person like me, while still remain

I'm trying so hard to conceal it even though baby is really growing. I gently sat on the bed near the bedside table. I turn the lamp on before grabbing the book to read it again. So far, this is my favorite from all the books I managed to finish for six months. I recklessly murmured a cuss to myself after I found out that the bookmark is no longer with the book. "You really have such a bad mouth. You need to clean that mouth of yours, baby." My body stills. Is my mind trying to play with me?

"Do you like reading books?" Evran felt very shy and his cheeks flushed. He was also nervous. Why did Lenore approach him? "Uh, oh, I-I like reading books," Evran said. He pointed to the book in Lenore's hand. "I-is it good?" Lenore lifted the book in her hand and showed Evran the cover. "Oh, yes, this is very good. I recommend this book to you, if you like reading. I have read this book four times and still want to read it again," Lenore said enthusiastically.

“Zoe spent nights in the rain pursuing Greg back then. Now, she’s just trying to climb up the ranks! She’s just a low-level employee from a humble background. She’s not fit to be your Donna!” A photo slipped from her fingers, its yellowed pages showing me drenched in rain, hair plastered to my face, stubbornly staring at a single point, looking utterly miserable. Greg’s eyes widened sharply, and his fingers curled unconsciously into a fist. “Loving someone isn’t a mistake.” Julian’s voice rang out, steady and calm. He held my hand tightly as he said, “The mistake is someone taking advantage of that love, enjoying it while letting a third party interfere.”

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

' Dido. ********** Homemade gourmet looked so easy in Nathan's hands. She sat by the kitchen island, reading one of their new books while cooked. "Wow, I'm liking this one, it's gonna be hard to put down," a wide smile spread across her face. She was four chapters in, the story was already clutching her. "Oh I know the kind ... I wanna read that one too, no spoilers please," he was seasoning his food, flipping his tools like a pro.

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

The softness of each page with its hardened exterior sent a warmth through my body that no human could ever provide me. It’s been so long since I was able to actually hold a book like this in my hands; the astronomy book that Bob had given me to study was alright. It was better than nothing, but it didn’t give me that same sense of purpose and mystery as a book with a story does. Transporting my brain somewhere different; somewhere peaceful; somewhere that change is possible, and no dream is too big.