Does Audiobook Count As Reading Novels & Stories

“Have you read any of these?” “All of them.” “I wish I could read all the time. I’m more like a book collector. I buy books, stack them on my racks, and never really read them. When I do, I use forever to complete a book,” I explained , feeling a bit ashamed. “But I still like to be addressed as an avid reader. Does that make sense?” “Well…” Viola trailed off, and that was when I heard her paint brush crashing to the ground. “My stomach.”

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He was here for me. When we finally settled down into our usual circle, Linda Lively's book was opened, I noticed the way Kael handled his copy. Like it was something worth respecting, worth holding carefully. It made me smile. “Kael,” April said suddenly, her grin mischievous, “why don’t you read for us?” I half expected him to decline. To smirk and shake his head like reading aloud was beneath him. But instead, he nodded. Took the book and cleared his throat.

Lila shook her head at me in pity, still roaming her eyes around the novel she was reading. "Are you even listening to me?" I snapped. She raised her head from the novel. "Of course, why not?" "As far as I remember, you've been reading that damn novel since I've been talking to you. What do people enjoy reading words?" "Because it's awesome." "How? You can rather watch a movie than read books." I slapped the book out of her hand. "This book… Alpha's Check Mate by Amaury, it's awesome. You really should read her books. Some people prefer reading books than watching movies." She rolled her eyes and picked the book from the floor.

He should be with her, comforting her and not here. “Hey, Brianna,” he said with a soft laugh. “Learning to read is really important in life. It opens up a whole world of joy hidden in words, sentences…In books, stories. I made a promise to teach you and I’m keeping to that. So whether you’re interested or not, I’m going to read. If you don’t want to listen, you can go ahead and cover your ears. I’m going to start now.” He settled back in his chair, getting ready to read.

“Yeah… But it takes me eighty-thousand-word novels to pull that off. You do it with a few lyrics. So, kudos to you!” Lennon shrugged. “I have the music to help me out. But books create whole worlds, new worlds, and you get to live outside yourself for a while, and at the same time, better understand yourself. Who wouldn’t want that to last as long as possible?” “So… you have the time to read?” “Oh, yeah. Especially on the road. It’s a great way to pass the long hours. I just read one of your books for the first time. I figured I should… since I was meeting you.”

“Start over. Page one.” “What?” I practically shrieked. “I’ve been reading this same page for hours! You can’t make me start over just because I got one question wrong!” “You didn’t get one question wrong,” Knox corrected gently. “You’ve gotten fifteen questions wrong. Which means you haven’t actually learned the material. Reading isn’t the same as understanding, Dahlia. You need to comprehend what you’re reading, not just let your eyes pass over the words.” I wanted to cry. Or throw the textbook at his head. Maybe both.

The title of the book, with its light blue hardcover and beautiful illustrations, made me stare at it for a long time. My hand moved to my belly unconsciously. For some reason, that title felt too personal... “Little bear...” I murmured softly. “Do you love Mama the most too?” I had read somewhere that babies could hear voices while still inside the womb. If you read to them, it would be beneficial. A small smile appeared on my face. “Let’s read about the little bear... and should we get some other books too?” I whispered. Then I walked inside. Entering the bookstore felt like entering a whole new world.

I dropped two more on the couch and turned for my room. "Wait, what's going on? Why do we have to read them?" Eric's voice went high enough to fog glass. I stopped, my patience snagging on a nail, and faced him. "Because I have a bet. She strongly believes I wouldn't be able to read all eight books. I'm determined to prove her wrong." "And... you're determined to prove her wrong using us? With all due respect, boss, reading eight books isn't possible. I promise if you'd agreed with her, it wouldn't have made you less charming."

“I do audiobooks.” God. Now I was wondering what he sounded like reading those filthy lines out loud. Damn it, Eve. “So,” he said, taking a sip of his cappuccino, “you’re a fan of Lola Noir?” I finally worked up the courage to speak first. “So, you read Lola Noir?” Stupid, Eve. What a stupid question. His lips curved into a slow smile. “I do audiobooks.” God. Now I was wondering what he sounded like reading those filthy lines out loud. Damn it, Eve.