How Long To Read A 300 Page Book Novels & Stories

My legs carry me inside, passing the shelves lined with books, stalking around the table, my fingers trailing over the smooth surface as I walk. My fingers paused on the worn edge of a familiar book with a crescent moon carved at the front, the one with no name. Picking it up, fall into the chair. I roll backward then turn around, with one hand, I push back the curtain, popped a foot under me, and I get comfortable, and start reading. The book is a short one, I finish it in an hour and a half, and I remain staring at the book afterward.

The document he was reading had at least twelve pages. I could see the stack of them beside his legal pad, and he'd been on approximately the fourth page when I'd come in, which meant, by any reasonable estimate of his reading speed, which I had had no reason to calculate but had apparently calculated anyway, he should have moved to page six by now. He was on page four. I looked at my coffee. He turned the page. To page five. He read approximately half of it. His hand came to the coffee cup. He drank. He set it down. He looked at the page.

“a thought inducing read” Regardless, I didn’t put the book down till I was done. When I looked up, it was late, and I hadn’t even realized that I had been reading with the automatic sensor lights that had come on. My watch revealed that it was almost eight pm. I had been reading for almost twelve hours. I grabbed my laptop and opened it. Fifteen minutes later, I had ordered ten thousand copies of March Madness. I had only stopped at ten thousand because that was all that was printable at the moment.

Liana's POV A good thirty minutes had passed, and Kieran had still refused to drop the book. Instead, he flipped through the pages with so much dexterity that there was no way I could come to any other conclusion except one. He was reading the book, and taking his time too.

Casually skimming through one, it took him a few hours to get to its last. Looking at the other two, he took a quick break by noting down some terms in his electric notepad. After a quick summary, he then read the second book, reading to its half, he left it there.

He said what are you reading. She told him. He said I tried to read that. He said I got sixty pages in and put it down and then felt guilty about putting it down for three weeks. She said that is the book. She said some books are for feeling guilty about for three weeks. He said that seems like a design flaw. She said no. She said the guilt means it got under your skin. She said you will pick it up again. He said you think so. She said yes. She said the ones you feel guilty about are always the ones you go back to. He said like people.

“Sorry if I am late. I know your office hours end right about now.” “I have all night,” Professor Vance answered quickly. “I wanted to return this book to you.” I handed him the volume he had given me that morning. Vance took it, brows drawn together. “You do not want to read it?” “I have already finished.” He stared at me with wide hazel eyes. “It has only been a couple of hours, and the book is nearly three hundred pages. You finished it?” “Yes,” I said, finally relaxing under his intense gaze. “I really enjoyed it.”

YNNAH “Remember to read pages 123 through 143. We will discuss every topic covered in that range during our next meeting,” our professor announced, closing his notes and looking out over the class. “That is all for today. Class dismissed.” I let out a heavy, exaggerated sigh as I stared down at my textbook, running my eyes over the table of contents. The assignment felt impossible to manage—nearly one hundred pages to read and understand before our next session. I couldn’t help but wonder how he expected us to absorb so much material in such a short time. If even teaching two topics took us three full hours, how could we possibly cover four entire subjects in the same amount of time? It felt

I asked, and he took off his shades. “Because ever since we got into the jet, you’ve been holding onto the same page on that book, and it’s been an hour already,” he said, and I shrugged. “I like my reading slow. One line per minute.” I said. “I see you enjoy reading upside down, too.” When he said this, my mind was drawn back to reality, and I realized I was holding my book wrongly. “I need to use the bathroom,” I said, standing up at once, and making my way to the bathroom to catch a breath.

(Jette came near the phone and answered the call) “Hello, Ma’am, how may I help you?” asked Jette. “Please find the first rule in the middle of the book,” said the woman on the other line. “Hello, what do you mean?” asked Jette. (Busy phone sound starts) *** At home, when she arrived, she counted all the pages, the book contains 500 pages. She divided it by two, she carefully turns every page. When she reaches page 250, she found a little envelope, and she opened it, Jette opened the small paper inside, and she reads it…