How Long To Read A 300 Page Book Novels & Stories

She had been waiting to read the book, but she was interrupted by unfortunate events the previous night. Flipping through the first page, she continued to the prologue where the story began. Arlene was too engrossed with the book that she didn’t notice that she had passed a lot of time. The book contained 30 chapters and she had read fifteen chapters at a go. She stopped reading when she heard her stomach rumble, so she closed the book and checked the time on her phone, it was 4 pm already. She turned on her data to check her i*******m feed and the writer’s forum she was on for updates.

"What are you reading? Besides the textbook." The change in subject threw me. "Um, I just finished The Stand by Stephen King." His eyes lit up. "The Stand? That's over a thousand pages. You actually finished it?" "I've read it three times," I admitted. "Three times?" He looked genuinely impressed. "Most people won't even read it once because of the length." "The length is part of the appeal," I said, feeling slightly more confident talking about books. "You get to live in that world for longer, get to know the characters so deeply. It's like being part of something bigger than yourself."

In addition, she had filled the basket with plenty of tasty drinks that tasted like fruit juice. It was everything one could possibly want if they were going to lie on a blanket in the beautiful summer sun and read a book about elven history. I lay down on my stomach, placing the book in front of me. It was large and heavy. Just for fun, I flipped to the back—there were no fewer than four hundred and forty-nine pages in the book. And that was only volume one! I wondered how many volumes there were in total. I opened the big book and could smell the traces of time in it. All I hoped for was that it wouldn’t be too dry to read.

Now is a really good time since I'm alone and not expecting any visitors. I really can't explain just how time flies. I've been reading the book and I'm on CHAPTER thirty-five. It just feels like I read chapter one five seconds ago. But now it's almost 5 pm. I take my phone under the pillow taking a little bit of a break from the book. I get all these messages and missed calls from Bruna telling me to get online. This doesn't sound good.

She read for an hour. Not scanning. Not the way she read briefings and intelligence summaries, with one part of her attention on the content and another already in the implications. She read the way she had read as a child, all the way inside it, following what happened and finding out by continuing. The book was good. It had been good for two weeks, and she had been reading it slowly because she was learning to read things she wanted to last at a pace that let them. She put it down at eight forty-five. Not because she had to. Because she wanted to call Marco before his afternoon started.

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

" How about we make a deal? You finish one book in the next three days then you'll get access to the internet? " " In three days? I can't even finish this in a week! " " How about you get to page two hundred in three days then? " I flipped the pages over at once till I get to the last, page which was four hundred and two. " I can do that. " I look back at him. His eyes are fixed and squinted at the same time and then a straight line draws at the center of his lips before it draws up in a curve. " Perfect. " It was the most epic smile I ever witnessed, coming from him.

She brought it down to the couch and took out the first volume and started flipping the pages. “My God, I could stay for days here just to read this book. There is no way I can finish it in hours.” She started to feel a bit overwhelmed by the thick pages. Ana was a woman who could sit down just reading for hours in her leisure time but since she was merely visiting him she thought it was impossible for her to truly enjoy the wonderful books inside the house.

He read three pages and stopped reading and looked at Adrian. Adrian was reading with the full attention he gave everything, the book held at the specific angle that people held books when they had been reading since childhood and had never had to consciously think about the position. He was in the chapter he'd been in for an hour — a dense one, Daniel had gathered, something about urban planning theory that had made him pause twice to consider, the thinking-look arriving, the jaw doing its small considered thing. Daniel watched him read for approximately forty-five seconds before Adrian, without looking up, said:

“Holy shite!” I spent the next hour going through page by page. However, it seemed that the book always managed to place a new page at the back as soon as I finished reading one page because I’d never gotten through the book despite the five hours of sleep that I’d foregone. Right before the breaks of dawn, I reached an interesting page filled with names.