Good Book To Read In Spanish Novels & Stories

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"W-What kind of books?" "What kind I like to read?", he asked with an amused tone, trying his hardest not to laugh. "I'm a classics kinda guy. I'm surrounded by so much technology I need a break and avoid futuristic books. My favourites are the Trial by Franz Kafka, 1984 by George Orwell, Don Quijote by Miguel de Cervantes. I should stop here or else I'll talk day and night about my favourite titles. I love any classical literature I pick up." Michael leaned forward. "Weren't it to the high expectations my parents left behind, I would have studied literature."

There is a book I used to read. The title: Sofie's World, by Jostein Gaarder. About philosophy and really good. Even it is about philosophy, the delivery is light and easy to understand. This book has been translated into Indonesian, but this one is in English. This is better. Sometimes the translation changes the capture, even if slightly. I want to read it again, for brain stormings that have been frozen for a long time due to daily matters. "Do you like reading a book?!"

I rolled my eyes and giggled, he chuckled and damn, he was so handsome. "So, how you doing, mi belle?" He asked me with a gentle voice and his Spanish accent was smooth and enchanting. "I'm fine, I just came here to relax and read some books," I told him waving the novel in my hands in the air. "Same," he told me and I smiled. I didn't know why I was happy that Justin and I shared something in common. I noticed the book in his hands and my eyes widened. The title of the book in his hands was KOVEX written by the same author of the book I was reading.

Hmm, I can't ever get enough craze of woods on peaks which resulted in a push to work in Target at my late 16; saving money for Spain. GOD, I LOVE Spain. I'm forcing myself to keep working because as much as I want to go there; no words can describe my urge. The Spaniards are friendly, kind, and enthusiastic; mainly like me. Especially if compared to the majority of Americans. Everything is good but the best thing about them is Food, Spanish meals would contain one or two courses and a dessert. I can't wait to go there and try their original tortillas with some hot n spicy salsa, after that some sweet Crema Catalana. Sometimes, I wonder how handsome Spnairds would be in real, even I have a c

But thanks to my reading of books, I understood some terms. “Bé same”, I say not even realizing when the words came out of my mouth. The two words that meant ‘kiss me’ in Spanish. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life.” A/N If you like this chapter please consider giving it a review. Thanks!!

I still had plenty of time to get ready and head to the club to meet Antony and his friends. I put my backpack on, locked the car, and went to buy that coffee. I sat on my favorite bench and enjoyed my coffee while I read my book. The book I borrowed from the public library was Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes. People said it was really good and I agree with them. I swallowed the pages like I was famished! It was amazing so far and I was still on page forty-one. I sighed with satisfaction and thanked Cervantes for this pleasant distraction.

Even when she was supposed to be training or helping with pack duties, we would find her in a tree somewhere, reading. I picked up one of the books—a worn copy of poetry. LA HISTORIA DE UNA CHICA VAGABUNDA. (THE TALE OF A WANDERING GIRL.) My mother's handwriting in the margins, notes in Spanish I couldn't read because of the tears clouding my vision. "She es smart," grandma continued, tears threatening again. "Qué inteligente. Y terco. Dios mío, so stubborn. Like her father." She smiled through her tears. "Como tú, creo” (Like you, I think.)

At the moment what she had a problem with was her Spanish. Although she had gotten good grades since she was a child, and her Spanish level was relatively high, it was still not the same as a native speaker. Even though she still felt good about herself and knew her English pronunciation was standard, she knew it was only considered so locally. So when George went to take a bath, she secretly began to read the English books she had taken from George's study. They were all written using everyday Spanish, which she felt she needed to review! By the time George came out of the bathroom, she had already put the book away.

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