How To Read A Novel Book Novels & Stories

"I won't tell you writing a novel is not an easy job, It is actually easy when you know exactly what you are doing and you like what you are writing." "When you want to write a novel, make sure you do your researches and outline your plot. Plotting is very Important." I added, a little bit delighted they were paying attention "Your story has to begin with an interesting hook, make sure the prologue and first chapter creates a desire to read more, for your readers."

Nova wrote each answer carefully. Then she looked around the circle. “Did any of them become your favorite because they knew everything?” The students exchanged glances before slowly shaking their heads. “No.” “They cared,” Mia said quietly. “They paid attention,” Emma added. Nova smiled. “Exactly.” She tapped the page gently. “That is what we are taking to the reading week.” Daniel frowned. “We are not taking books?” “We are.” She laughed. “But children rarely remember the exact story.” “What do they remember?” “How someone made them feel while reading it.”

I'm sick of your replacement already and I've only been here for half an hour. She said, "Never mind it. I'm going to pass out passages from the book in a few seconds. I require you to analyze it and answer questions about the first chapter; the first chapter is only two pages so it shouldn't be too much work. After that, I will pass another sheet out of the passages from chapter two. You will repeat the same thing I've asked you to do for chapter one. Do you all understand?" We all nodded and she continue, "Now, does anyone want to read the profound opening of Austen's novel? How about you, Ms. Smith?"

There is no title written there, but I can see the crown on the book's cover. "You know how to read, right?" he asked coldly. I nodded quickly. "I'd like you to read that." He ordered. I took the book and began reading on the first page. When I saw how many words were in it, I blinked. When you first look at it, you'll realize you won't be able to read it in one sitting!

"I won't even ask where it came from" We eat, then sit in the living room beside the fire reading. There's a shelf with books, all kinds of books and Carla said she wanted me to read to her. The last time I read anything was back in college. Other than the comments on my I*******m, I don't read. Later when she's asleep, I pick a novel. Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. It looks interesting so I settle down and read it.

“Only if you read it out loud.” I raised a brow. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “I like your voice. And I like the way your mouth moves when you’re focused.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated anyway. I reached over, grabbed the worn novel, and settled back on his chest. He rested one hand on my thigh and the other behind his head, looking completely at peace. I flipped to the first page and started reading. It was a story where a girl leaving a town that no longer felt like home, finding herself in unfamiliar places, learning how to build something new from all the pieces that used to hurt.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Flashback(4 years back): I was in my room more specifically sitting on the couch reading a new novel I brought in the book store on my way, with a nice cup of hot chocolate on the table in front of the couch. The novel was amazing and I couldn't stop but flip the page as soon as I ended one. That's when I heard the door knock. "Agh, I'm in the best part and a person is disturbing the mood. Who might this be." I said with an annoyed tone to myself followed by a sigh while closing the book.

He didn't have to move to let her know that he could hear her. "I am picking up from where I left off in our story yesterday. From the liveliness of your spirit, I can determine that you are eager to know the rest of the story." She chuckled and reached into her bag, searching for the hardcover novel she had been reading to him for the past two days. She wasn't much of a reader and was using this opportunity to build up her reading skills. She picked up the book and began to read enthusiastically, ensuring she embodied the punctuations and let the characters come to life through her voice.

I nearly blurted out in a giggle at how cute he was. Straightening my face, I stretched out my hand to take his book. He gave it to me and I smiled. "You've made the right decision coming to me, my friend." I said in a teasing tone. Dean obviously didn't smile, rather, he just glared at me waiting to see the end of what I meant to say. "Okay, so before you start, you should have at least known the basics. Elements of a good novel, right?" He nodded. "Characters, um...your plot and stuff?"

Draynon nodded and opened the book. He leafed through the book until he found the chapter that he was looking for. “Here we go. Now this was roughly 120 years ago, or four generations. It’s not so much a history book, but written similar to a novel to make the facts easier for the reader to remember, rather than just bombarding them with endless seeming names and numbers.” He coughed once to clear his throat and began reading from the book.