Favorite Books Ever Novels & Stories

"As far as I remember, you've been reading that damn novel since I've been talking to you. What do people enjoy in 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… 'The Badboy's Pre-planned Future Bride' by 'Gift Odulesi', 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. "Oh, really? People like who?" I took a handful of chips and threw it into my mouth, munching it.

“Still sounds pretty dull compared to dragons and magic, though.” Sonia nodded because she was a bit relieved that the conversation was about to be steered back toward more safer and familiar literary territory. She then rattled off a list of fantasy recommendations for the kids for a while longer. Sonia and Darrell began walking back to the main event area where the bustling sounds of excited readers and rustling pages reigned supreme. “Age of Exploration is actually my favorite book too,” he said out of nowhere. “Really?” Darrell nodded, smiling, “Yeah, it's criminally underrated. I swear, I've never heard anyone else mention it before.”

With Danielle at my side, I went first to my favorite fabric store, Zig-Zag, for more bits and ends, and then to Barnes & Nobel. “I’ll be a while,” I told my bodyguard. She just nodded. I had truly grown to love Hans Christian Anderson’s “The Nightingale,” but after the twentieth read or so, I had also grown incredibly sick of it. Yes, we’d read a few other books, like Dahl’s Matilda and Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, but they just kept coming back to their favorite over and over. So, it was time for a new favorite.

Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.

Erik realized just then that he had barely tipped the iceberg when it came to the wonderful and interesting qualities this woman possessed. "Who is your favorite writer?" Pearl asked Phoebe. "Austen, for sure." She said. Pearl smiled. "Yes. She was an phenomenal writer. Pride and Prejudice is one of my favorites." Pearl said. "Oh yes. Mr. Darcy. The man that ruined all men for every woman, for hundreds of years later, even. That's why I love literature so much. One thing, one person created in a woman's mind has the ability to affect the lives of so many for centuries later, just because of how she was able to write about it." Phoebe said. Auggie looked at her adoringly and kissed her hand.

I would greatly appreciate it. Also what is your favorite types of books to read? I have several Ideas and I would like to know if you are interested in fantasy, romance, teen romance. I need some input. Thanks!

"Too good." "Told ya." I curled up against him and got cozy. He gave me another bite. "Alright. So this is The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde. It was the first book I ever read. And Wilde is one of my favorite authors." "That's the guy you quote a lot, right?" I asked. "Yes," he replied. "And I'll get you so hooked that you start quoting him too." I doubt that would happen. "We'll see about that." "High above the city, on a tall tower..." And that's how we spent the evening. With him reading to me while he fed me cookies and took some bites in between himself.

"It’s wonderful. Now I can place more books on it." "Then you can buy more books," Felix added. I was amazed by the number of books he brought home. a box of books circulating around the internet that I’m definitely curious about. "Books are your own kind of drugs." "No, books are her babies," Jay corrected. They’re both right. Buying books is, for me, a form of addiction. Reading them transports me to different places. It makes me feel like I'm talking to people I've never met in my life. It entertained me in a good way, without any harm. Romances make me feel the kiss of true love. Horror, thrillers, and suspense chilled my bones from skull to toe. Historical fiction taught me a lot about

I panted. “Yes, me.” She said and the smile disappeared. “Did I ever tell you what my favorite books were? As a little girl, I loved beautiful love stories that went perfectly well, you know filled with romance and all that, but then had a tragic end.” She chuckled. “Those were my favorite kind.” I realized what had happened and I suddenly knew how I had landed here. “It was you, who decided to turn my life into your favorite book.”

she turned away from me again, running her fingers down the spines of a few water-warped novels. You. "The one behind my desk," I answered. "It's my favorite." Evelyn looked over my desk at the worn down novel, the years and years of use made it delicate. She stroked a gentle finger over the cover. "It looks well-loved." "Do you have a favorite book, Evelyn?" I asked, leaning back at the table, our dirty dishes stacked neatly, ready for a cabin boy to take them away in the morning. She glanced at me from over her shoulder, a smile pulling on the corners of her lips. A devious smirk that screamed indignance. "I do. It's called, 'The Art of Profanity'."