I Love To Read Novels & Stories

I mumbled. “I hate reading; why do you love reading manga? Doesn’t it bore you? I prefer to watch Barbie. My favourite Barbies are “The Princess and the Pauper, Barbie: A Fairy Secret, Barbie in The Nutcracker, and “Barbie And The Twelve Princesses." She beamed and sang. "You are just like me. I'm just like you. There's somewhere else we'd rather be..." I rolled my eyes. “Enough! I’ve heard enough of your Barbie titles and songs.”

I applied a touch of mascara, lipstick, and eyeshadow. I opened the door and head downstairs. I don’t know why but I feel like reading a romance novel, It’s been very long since I read a romance novel but something is just telling me to ahead and read it, the only times I enjoy reading a romance novel is when I am with Evan, we always read novels together. It’s actually a fun simple way to spend the weekend.

And if reading does not work, then I will take a walk, a long walk. The things I love to do; writing a story, reading books, drawing a portrait, running on an open field, working out at home, drinking coffee, star gazing, admiring the sunset, sitting under a big tree and enjoying the wind blows against my skin and hair, falling in love with music and plainly looking at the sky, I always prefer to do them alone.

Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.

It would serve her right if she learned one or two lessons that she was so ready to preach all the time. Love was overrated. It was not the wonderful feeling that was always portrayed in movies and novels. Love was a feeling which made one dependent on another person and it eventually destroys one’s own persona. Pessimist thoughts filled her mind which aggravated her foul mood even more. Normally, she was an impatient human being and wanted to resolve her pending issues as soon as possible. It was more than two weeks now that she had returned from New York and she wanted to get back to her old life rapidly.

I told him about what I hate and she told me what she likes. She likes a lot of things and she is a complete foodie and likes poha alot. She loves to listen music and crushing over fictional characters. She loves reading books in her free time and living in her delusional world with her toxic mortally grey men who are basically fictional. I know I'm not less toxic than them but still she have me not them.

SO KEEP READING AND ENJOY ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He said and I nodded. “I know right. My father loves reading, and my mother hates it. I got the love of reading from my father and he's a testament of reading men. I just haven't met any guy our age who likes reading.” I told him and he nodded, his eyes showing understanding. “Well, you have met one now.” He said and I laughed. “Yes I have.” “What other thing are you interested in?” He asked me.

"Well, sometimes I watch T.V. I like, well, love to read. So I do that a lot when I'm alone." "Like what? Romance, crime thrillers?" I shrugged. "Sometimes. I really like the classics. Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, George Elliot (who was a woman, by the way). I also like the Russians, like Tolstoy and Dostoevsky. 'War and Peace' is amazing." "You've read 'War and Peace'?" "Yeah, twice. It's excellent." I cocked my head. "How about you, what do you like to read?"

I came back to my room and sat on my bed . I took my mobile and scrolled some messages in wechat . Then I opened music library and played one of my favorite song.It was my favorite because it gives me the memories of my buried love.I closed my eyes and listened to those heartbreaking lyrics ....... "Feeling used but I'm still missing you And I can't see the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips And now all this time is passing by But I still can't seem to tell you why It hurts me every time I see you