I Hate To Read Books Novels & Stories

I just realized Oh my God, this is my room! I took my hand over my mouth with a shocked expression on my face. Two Hours Later... “Done, I love that book. I can read a thousand times and not get tired of it.” I said no partially. Okay, Avery, I started reading a book called Fear Me” Oh, boy I can feel my insides tingle when I open the book. Three More Hours Later...

Justin asked half-jokingly, "What if you hate it? Will you blame me for recommending it to you?" Rosalie said, "You didn't recommend it to me, I wanted to read it of my own accord. It's just a novel, would it kill me? I can just stop reading it if I don't like it, or at most complain about it before I give up on it. I won't hold that big a grudge against a mere novel that I don't even like, insisting on reading it despite not liking it and ending up hating everything including the characters, the author, and you."

and how you hate the book and are going to stop reading. I've had numerous comments like that on Shy and it is horrible to read people slating your work. I'm not saying I expect everyone to love my stories, you can hate it if you want but please don't comment it and say how you're going to stop reading. If you're going to stop reading just do it, there's no need to announce it to the world. And lastly, I'm not sure how I'm going to end this book yet, but at the moment I am hoping to stop it where the beginning of Shy starts. It might change, but at the moment I'm planning on ending this when Shy begins.

But right now I am reading a spectacular book called ‘Unwanted mafia king’ it's very interesting, and I highly recommend it. Flipping onto the next page, I heard a knock on the door. Oh lord! Who is that annoying person that wants to disturb me right now? I absolutely hate it when I’m reading a novel and someone comes to distract me- like hello- I am busy. If it’s possible I would just hide behind the moon and read as many books as I want without any distractions. There goes the knock again and I took a sip of my coffee and gently kept it on the table not wanting to

"… for reading?" I stared him straight in the eye. Usually, I don't share my books with anyone no matter what. I hate it when people tear pages, fold paper, or crush the book while reading. I would promptly say 'no' coldly but this ghost guy here has somehow become an omission. Maybe it's because of the way he looked a bit intimidated and petrified just by my glower. He was slowly retreating from the shelf at my silence when I mindlessly nodded and looked away.

Besides, my skin still burns from the recent punishment, and I will finally taste death if he chooses to punish me again. What should I do in this fancy library? Read, of course. I head to a shelf and pick a book. ‘Act of battle’ displays on the cover. I return it. I have no interest in combat. Not now, or ever. Reaching for a second book: romance. Shaking my head, I return it. Romance isn't my cup of tea either. Men are monsters, and I will never be involved in their lives. But a man made you have an orgasm.

It's too late". * Did I mention that I'm a devoted reader? No? Perhaps this is one of the explanations for why I "found" myself in writing, even though I am passionate about numbers. I love reading, everything, especially novels and science fiction. But this is not a passion understood by everyone, and in a discussion with a co-worker, this text came up. He hates books and I've thought him a bit psycho ever since. Letter to the insane (by books) "There are people who will never understand. And as they say nowadays, in a fad, "it's okay" because, in fact, no one is obliged. Neither to understand nor to like. I'm talking about these crazy people, in love with books.

"Unfortunately, my phone's battery is dead so I cannot contact her. Well I guess, we really need to wait until tomorrow so I can escape!" "By the way, since both of us are together, would it be okay to read some books to kill time!" "I don't give a damn about books, they are just a pile of trash stock in my room so there is no way I am going to read one!" "As you have heard, I also hated books and don't read them like any other girl. But I don't think they are just piles of trash especially when the author really exerts an effort to create one!" "No, books are all the same, they offered nothing to any of us and there is not a single book which is worth reading!"

Now, I understand her better. "How was your day?" I asks her. "Oh!" "What?" Is she surprised that I have asked her about her day? "Nothing much. We had borring classes and stupid people." "And why you say so?" "I don't like neither mathematics nor history and when we have reading session I fall sleep." "Honestly speaking, neither do I but I love reading. I feel joy when I read books and stories." "Our teacher reads stupid stories of animals, she think that we are kids when I told her this she got angry and punished me and the whole class were loughing at me, I became a loughing stock. I hate them all."

She rattled on about how she loves to read books especially love stories and how happy she’s to get a new friend who happens to share the same hobby with her. I don’t fancy love stories because I can easily predict what’s gonna happen next like who wouldn’t? Besides, it’s kind of boring to read the same plot repeatedly; boy meeting the girl, girl meeting the boy, starting from simple infatuation to attraction, then one of’em will confess, and BAM! They start dating and blah blah blah. It’s predictable. I’d rather read genres like adventure, action, crime, thriller, fantasy, etc., where things’re not much predictable plus you’ve to use your brain. At least you can learn something new. “Here w