I've Been Reading Books Of Old Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Seriously?” That’s when Emma dropped the old-looking book onto my side of the table. It looked so old that its leather cover was frayed in places and you could barely read the title; Legends of the Old Country. “Where did you get this?” I asked. “The school library’s one of the oldest in the country… you’ll find an odd relic or two stuffed into the stacks if you try hard enough,” Emma answered. Emma flipped the yellowing pages until she found the one she wanted me to read.

Not that I was expecting anyone to be there seeing that it was late but at times, one can't be too sure especially on some things. ''Now, let's see what Lucas and his group reads.'' I murmured, walking towards a shelf of old books. I picked one up and immediately, the title caught my attention. It was about old magic of kings, queens and demons and somehow, I had a feeling that I ought to read that book. I didn't know what drew me in but soon, I found myself reading the book.

There’s something about the smell of old books that I’ve always loved. It’s comforting like a hug you can breathe in. Tonight, I needed that comfort more than ever. The library was quiet, just the way I liked it, with only the sound of my footsteps echoing in the aisles.

“You can tell from here?” “I worked in a bookstore for years. I can recognize certain covers.” She leaned forward, looking more closely. “It’s probably not valuable, though. A lot of cafés use reproductions for decoration.” “You sound disappointed.” “I hate when people use books as decorations but never read them.” I looked at her with new interest. “You enjoy old books?” “I love them. The older, the better.” “Why?” She thought about the question for a moment. “Because they have history. Someone owned them before you. Maybe they carried them everywhere or wrote notes in the margins. Sometimes you find pressed flowers or old receipts between the pages. It feels like getting a tiny glimpse int

Ella POV. I fell asleep between them drinking my warm milk, I was never this warm or full in so long. I woke up still in their arms, I loved that daddy read me to sleep, I love stories, books, and he's the best story reader ever, he did the voices and everything.

Asides from exploring a large number of books both old and new, my major problem was the number of people I ran into and how much trouble they caused me. "You're here again today." Felicity beamed at me as I entered the library with an enormous stack of books. "We need an online library," I muttered to myself, disgusted to face this bitch so early in the day. I could read on Cahir's tablet which he never used, but I suspected I would find more topics on rogues in the older books, most of which were not available in the online library.

The air was damp and stale, a testament to the years of neglect. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I began my task. The first few boxes were filled with old clothes, some tattered toys, and a few broken appliances. But as I delved deeper, the memories started flooding back. Buried beneath a stack of outdated textbooks, I found an old picture book. The cover was worn, its edges frayed, but I recognized it instantly. It was the story of a little girl and her magical adventures with her pet wolf, the very book my mother used to read to me before bedtime. A warm feeling spread through me as I flipped through the pages, hearing her voice in my mind, reciting each line with practiced ease.

Diana The gentle rustle of pages fills the air as I lose myself in yet another book. Over the past few days, I've discovered a newfound love for reading, devouring the volumes Dominicus gifted me with an insatiable appetite for knowledge. Who would have thought that I, once barely literate, would find such joy in the written word?

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

~X I couldn't help the grin that crept onto my face or the tears that sprung to my eyes. *** My fingers ran gently over the spines of the books. Most were covered in dust but some looked like they'd been read fairly recently. And often. The bindings were worn and practically falling apart on some of the novels. I remembered reading a lot when I was younger, but I haven't had the motivation to sit down with a book in years. Everytime I tried, I got bored after the first chapter.