How To Love To Read Novels & Stories

I asked passing Ivan his plate and getting comfortable on the couch. “Teen romance, movie adaptation from a book-“ “Say no more, I love love love book movies especially when it’s about high schoolers!” I said excitedly. “High school in movies and books -books especially- are way way better than real life” I ranted more in excitement. “Alright Nuts, your excitement wins” he laughs and plays the movie. “Yuppie yayyy! Book moviee!” I laughed loudly. “Come here, come closer” Ivan pats the space beside him and I scoot over leaving a little bit of space between us and Ivan puts his arm around my waist and pulls me closer that I find myself half on his laps and half on the couch.

At peace. Reading does something amazing for me. It helps me escape into a world of my own making, a world filled with love, laughter, joy, and endless happiness. A far cry from the reality we live in. The real world is full of struggles and pain, laughter mixed with tears, pleasure woven with misery, love sometimes battling with hatred. If I could wish for one thing right now, it would be love. True love. Because I believe that real love brings fulfillment, happiness, and peace. It makes everything feel lighter, and you can just breathe easier. It makes you feel like you belong.

This was going to be a long session. * * * “You're reading too hard,” I say, reaching over to drag the book closer. “Stop trying to memorize every word. Read like you're listening to someone talk to you.” “That sounds easy.” “It’s not. But it’s how people who read a lot remember things. Here—” I flip a page. “Skim the first two paragraphs, then tell me what it’s about in two lines.” She hesitates, then bends over the page. Her lips move silently as she scans. Her brows pinch together, then smooth. A few seconds later, she looks up.

The bedazzled look on Alek’s face worsened. Giving up, she told him, “It’s something only a book lover will understand, okay?” “What other things will only a book lover understand?” “Hmm. Fancy bookmarks. Song playlists,” she said, listing it out on her fingers. She couldn’t remember all, but those were her favourites. “Ignoring your phone to read.” “Ignoring your phone? Why?” “When a book is so engrossing, you don’t want to leave it.” Her voice lowered. “If a book lover stops in the middle of a book to text you, know they are in love with you. “

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I should have brought a sweater or at least something that covered more, I wouldn't have listened to Delilah putting on this garment that doesn't cover enough. I walk a couple of steps to get closer to the campfire to see if this way I can stop the cold from erasing my skin to the point of looking like a chicken without feathers. I get a little closer and then I start to feel the warmth, the comforting and pleasant warmth, coming into my body. The feeling is so pleasant that I get a little closer, being about two meters away from the fire.

Justin said as the students stood up. "Good morning, Mr. Ramos!" The children said in the chorus. "You may now take a seat," Justin said and smiled. He picked up a chalk and started writing the letters L, O, V, and E. He turned around and faced the class. The children were reading the letters and stared at him. "So, what is, for you, the purpose of love?" Justin asked everybody in the room. Someone raised his hand, and Justin nodded at him. "My opinion is, the purpose of love is for family," one child said proudly.

“Everything that I ask you to do, is part of what you need to learn to become a Jinni. Today, you’ll read. I’ll have someone bring your dinner in here.” “And I need to finish all of these tonight?’ “Not necessarily.” “Oh, that’s cool. I don’t really think I can read all of that tonight.” “One thing though, do not just read. Understand.” “Yeah, I will.” “I’m serious Charlie. Read not just with your eyes but with your heart and your mind. Sometimes, books are the most magical thing you will ever find on this earth. All you need to do is begin.” She flinched the moment she heard those words. They were oddly familiar.

He gripped it so hard I feared my hair would rip out. “What are you reading?” Theo asks as he draws patterns on my bare stomach. We’re lying naked in bed. It’s difficult to stand up immediately after the energy-draining activity we shared. I picked up my phone to read a book while I waited for my body to recharge so I could take a shower. “Just a human book.” “You love reading those,” Theo says, burying his nose in the nape of my neck. “They’re interesting. It’s so nice how they build feelings for someone from a mere crush all the way to love.”

She loved how he stood by her when she no one would; how his thumbs used to wipe away her tears at night; how he used to encase her in a hug every time she needed it; how he used to sing to make her laugh; how he used to bring her in the amusement park even though it wasn't her birthday. She loved how they used to spend some time in the library, reading books and sneaking food; how they used to stay in the gym after class to play basketball; how they used to go to the beach with their families and enjoy summer; how they used to play soccer at school and go home with multiple scratches on their knees.