Novel & Cerita Imagine That Books

The warmth from the fire was inviting, and I could imagine how cozy it would be to curl up in a chair with a good book. The bookshelves were filled with leather-bound tomes, with gold-embossed titles that were hard to read from where I sat. I wondered what kind of knowledge was contained within the books, and what kind of stories they held. I felt a sense of longing as I looked at the books, wishing I could read them and learn from them.

Besides, I don't see what's interesting about those books, they're just pages with words on them. —Aida, you're talking about a trilogy and it's not. Besides, books aren't just pages with words on them, each book is magical, with a great story or adventure waiting to be read, with characters you can fall in love with or hate as if they were real, who will only live in your mind since they won't come out of those pages. It's an escape from reality, in conclusion. —Well, I don't plan to live that, since I love the real world even if it seems like shit sometimes. Besides, have you seen how thick those books are? —I roll my eyes. —You'll die before finishing reading them.

Exhausted, frustrated, and confused, Rio sat alone in the library. Books are scattered at the table in front of him. These books were all about paranormal beings. Creatures that are believed to have existed among us but stayed hidden from the mortal’s eye at least. Rio massages his forehead removed his reading glasses and closed his eyes.

she said as she made herself more comfortable on the leather chair. “Obviously but what I mean is, just let your mind go for one second and imagine that what you write was actually true,” I said. “Firstly my books are creations from my imagination and secondly as cool as it might be it’s just physically impossible,” she said as she looked at me. “But what if it was true?” I asked her.

I am never shocked. I always expect things to happen, at a point I expected this conversation to happen, right at that moment when I was talking to Safira. I anticipated this, but I didn't anticipate this conversation. “I thought no one read those books but me.” King Rafie chuckles and his eyes soften. “I’m waiting for the second book from the author. Humans are fascinating in the way they think and imagine aren’t they?” I nod because they are. I’ve been haunted by dreams of living my days out in a small house in the human realm, with a library and all the books I could want in the world. I still want that dream to become a reality.

said Angela proudly of her country. - "Unbelievable! I can't imagine all the books they have" I said in a cheerful tone. I was literally on cloud nine. I had only one desire when I was an adult, to visit the world but especially the libraries of the countries. I considered that a library was a building that could tell the story of a person, a building or a country from the beginning to the end. Wasn't that impressive. I should write a diary about my travels in other countries!

Which resulted in me always reading books and I was okay with that. When I was reading my books I would visualize the world that was described on the many pages in my hands. Dragons, castles, dystopian worlds, and so much more. The characters became my friends, enemies, and sometimes lovers. I imagined me living in the stories as an escape from my horrible reality. I would do it now, but I didn't think David will give me books I like. "I know there are a lot of options. How about the Lion King?" David asked.

ISMERALDA It was another beautiful and boring day of doing nothing. When she woke up, she went for a run, took her bath, had breakfast and then read books. If she didn’t have her books, she didn’t know how she would survive. Her books were her life and she could read a single book over ten times. It felt so good to live in another reality and escape her own. Sometimes, she would imagine that Adriano was like the guys in the books she read; they were sweet and always treated girls with respect, they always had time for their wives or girlfriends and they were always open about their feelings.

Books about herbs, waters, potions, magic and all sorts of healing techniques, along with history books were my favorite reads and luckily for me this dusty, abandoned library was chock full of em. I slide a finger over the spine of the book I was reading currently, suddenly an image of Zander sliding his finger up and down my spine yesterday night suddenly invaded my mind. I groan and drag the book out it's position on the shelf and walk over to the small chair and desk set up by the window to read. And yet even as I attempt to absorb the meaningful words of information my mind is invaded once again by a certain green eyed Prince.