Hardest Book To Read In The English Language の小説・ストーリー

You can say I'm very intelligent because I don't leave any book unread including novels. That's one of the reasons I'm fluent in the most popular languages in the world. Including the African languages. Being a con artist, reading is what makes me the best. I checked the name on the novel, it was; ”Don't Seduce The Demi—god” The name was catchy so I opened it to read and truth be told I was captivated. Two hours later, I decided to drop the novel and check on my troublesome student. I was surprised when I met her sleeping like a pig on her bed. Her head bent over the bed, almost touching the floor, whilst the rest of her body was on the bed.

damn it, then she’d start craving redundancy again. Her oversized white T-shirt huddled at her waist as she braced the book on her upraised legs, opened to the middle of the tale, where the bookmark was still set, and paid attention again to the pages. For many seconds, the letters appeared to be written in a language she did not understand. It's like it was made a very very long time ago. Then, a blink later, they were written in English again. It was very strange, and surely, and hopefully—a she-just-needs-sleep mistake on her part.

I muttered, flipping the first few pages of the book. The words in the book were barely visible, making me squint my eyes deeply before I could glance through I read out, dragging the last word. “A woman great in spirit,” I muttered, translating what I read. “Hmm, ancient Greek,” I chuckled. As I flipped through the pages of the book, I discovered something rather shocking, all the words were written in ancient language. “I sighed, rubbing my forehead slowly. “This will be difficult,” I added. Although I was taught ancient languages as a princess, I had barely completed my studies before the attack on my pack.

I am aware that he is like looking at my face for a long time and is keep on glancing at me. “Ahmmnn a book entitled Wuthering Heights by Emily Bonte, Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens, and hemmnn Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” I said as I look into the books there. “I see, those are rare books now since they are old and people nowadays don’t like sad and pure narration stories.” Henry said and I just nod. Henry is now helping me through the pile of books. It was almost 30 minutes yet we haven’t found one of the 3 books.

It is a Volapuk, an Esperanto established by a deliberate convention between those who cultivate that discipline. That is why these books are easier to translate from one language to another. Actually, in every country these are written almost entirely in the same language. That being the case, men who speak the authentic language in which they are apparently written often find these books to be hermetic, unintelligible, or at least very difficult to understand.” “In all fairness, I must admit you are right and also tell you I am beginning to perceive certain mysteries in the verbal relationships between individuals that I had

“Excuse me, my books are not moldy, my dragon.” “Besides, I understand it better when I see it in your head. Reading the English translation of your elvish words isn’t always easy. In your mind, I can see the intent, the true meaning of the words without having to figure out if the translator interpreted it correctly. And besides, I much prefer being in your mind than reading a book that’s older than the oldest dragon alive by a few centuries,” I complain.

"That is what prompted the question." Knox held my gaze. "Which book?" he said. "It was not in English," I said. "I could not read most of it." He held my gaze for a moment longer. Then he said, "It is not a world we need to engage with right now." "Why not?" I said.

He ravaged in the space behind only to pull out a really big book. A brown hardcover book with about a thousand pages that seemed to have been dated at least centuries back. I inched closer as Nathaniel flicked through the pages. Half of this wasn’t even written in English or in a common language at least. It was like a secret foreign code. “You know I told you I started reading on hybrids, text, articles, books, you name it. I was still trying to pick up a few things when I came across something that I assure you none of us knows about, not even Alpha Eliana” Nathaniel lifted his eyes and they met mine for a chilly second.

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

I say with a smile. “Knut started, but…it’s difficult.” “It took me many years,” I say as I study the spines of the books. “It’s not the easiest language to learn, but you will…if there’s one thing vampires have it’s time.” I frown at a thick, black book without a title on the spine. It looks out of place among the Navjahi books surrounding it. The book is twice the length of the ones on either side of it, and four times thicker. I pull the heavy, dusty tome from the shelf and stare at the cover.