I Hate To Read Books Novels & Stories

“No, studying isn’t easy. I will agree with you on that. I hate reading because it’s so hard.” “Reading? That was the simple part for me. I remembered everything when tests came around. I would study and study, but it didn’t help me at all. I either memorized it forever or forgot it instantly. It’s frustrating reading a paragraph three times. Knowing you read every word and then not knowing the meaning of what you just read. Everything took me longer to do than everyone else. That’s one reason I rarely left my room. I couldn’t keep up with the workload if I did.” “You’re just saying that. Your grades never reflected that.”

"Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things." She concluded, leaning back in her seat and I found myself leaning forward, hands on the desk separating us. I wondered fleetingly what it'd feel like to share her views. The books she hated were books I'd consider brutally honest and the books she liked

she explained. “How come you submerge yourself fully into books? All I can think about is boredom,” I groaned. “I tried reading once and I couldn’t last for another minute.” “What made you feel that books are a bore?” she asked, her brows furrowed. “Elizabeth, there are not as many pictures as I want there to be!” I exclaimed. “I would prefer to have more illustrations in our books. The words aren’t that enticing, even.”

But I know that book is just a kindergarten book where parents read their child before bed. My parents never did that. I never experienced it from anyone. I can read anyway. Why bother asking someone to read for me? I got irritated and just closed the windows and curtains. I went to the mansion's library, and I was always got surprised by its massiveness. I go here every day, but I can help to stare in awe. I love reading books about doctors and surgeons. Even books about murders and mayhems. Crimes and killers, psychological thrillers as well.

Untіl thеn, I ѕіt and thіnk аnd wonder. I thоught not wоrkіng would drіvе mе crazy wіth bоrеdоm, but I lіkе thе peace аnd ԛuіеt. I like thаt I can juѕt read аnd gо оnlіnе. I’vе dоwnlоаdеd ѕоmе good bооkѕ lately. I love reading those juісу, old fаѕhіоnеd romances.

I could spend the rest of my life in this library, reading everything here. I could afford these books, buy them and keep them forever. But something about buying them outright made it feel too…real. My father was the kind of man who thought reading literature was pointless and soft. If he ever found out how much I actually loved it, it’d open a can of worms I wasn’t ready for. It was bad enough that I didn’t enjoy hockey as passionately as he wanted me to. I didn’t need another lecture about “wasting my time” on “books that don’t mean anything.” There would be a lot of arguments where he’d grill me as to why I spent my free time reading instead of practicing. It was just a lot of questions

My steps took a very slow pace as my finger rode through those books as though I was checking for my favorite book. Just like she sneaked out of my embrace, she also cowered out of my sight as soon as the free period started. Ever since I have been stalking her. I couldn't believe I stalk her until I got stuck in this murky place where I hate to stay the most. The smell of books was too toxic and unpleasant to me. I wonder why students found these dense books lodge a pleasant place fit to stay. I loathe myself for coming here and detest it more that I couldn't leave here just as I wanted.

I forced my brain to assimilate the words until I couldn't take it any longer. I loved reading, in fact I had huge collections of crime and mystery novels because they were my favorite genre, but romance and historical . . . anything? Count me out. There was just something about ‘soulmates’ and romance that just grossed me out and the fact that this book had both just made me hate it. I stretched and yawned as I reached for my bed. I fell on my bed, face down. I didn't bother with my purple and white duvet as I let myself fall into slumber, Kenneth's smiling face the last thing I thought of.

said Rachel graciously. Jeno pointed his shoulder, "Well, everyone who knows me how to know I like to read books, is it a bad thing to read a book?" asked Jeno, he was tired of hearing the words of people who asked, "You've read a book huh?" What's wrong if he likes to read books, jeno means, can not have to raise the issue of gemerannya, they can talk about other things from him besides like to read books. "That's not how Jeno, likes to read books is something to be proud of, because not everyone likes to read books like you, in fact most of them claim to be allergic to books." explained Rachel does not want Jeno to misunderstand their speech.

he watches my arms tremble with anger. I glare at him. "Stop being so damn bipolar. Pick up your fucking mess. I'm going back upstairs and I'll read a book or something." I grumble, turning on my heels and going back from where I had come from. ***** After an hour of reading an interesting novel, I shut the book and skim my fingers over the cover. Classic books and poems have always been my thing, but some of them are extremely hard to read. Shakespeare is my all time favorite author. Although he writes tragedies, and darkness, I absolutely adore the way he tells a tale. Each and every word of his wraps around your heart and tugs on a string. He brings so much emotion into what he writes.