Indy Reads Books Novels & Stories

I walk towards my mini-library I have in my room and I bring out a book, it's been a while since I got lost in one of these fantasies. I take one out, I use my hand to trace the Braille, this was my favourite book. The Princess Diaries, I remember always reading this, I made my father read it to me when I was little as well, I remember Pretty Little Liars, I overheard someone talking about it, and when I joined in their convo, they were talking about the movie, I only read the book, funny how most people don't know that most of these movies and series were based on books, and yes these books are re written in Braille so blind people like myself can also read it.

I surrounded myself with books that didn't help me face the reality I had, and taught me to run away from reality. "Izzy, these books are nice, but I realized that these books are one of the holds that Rian has on me. My mind isn't as stable or as positive as it should be, and I need to change that," Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes.

Luckily I wasn’t too late and the first period bell hadn’t been rung yet. I went to my locker and took out the books I would need. “Good morning fair lady. How has your day been?” A smooth voice laced with a pleasant British accent inquired. I turned around. Indy was in jeans and the school’s basketball jersey, her raven hair was tied back into its usual ponytail. Her 5’11 height qualified her for a spot on the team, but unfortunately Coach Bryson put her on the second team aka she’s never going to play for the school.

The books on the shelf were neatly arranged but the frayed edges and the little tears on the bottom of most of the books gave out that they’d been read a couple times. Adrian didn't particularly strike me as someone who would love to read but I guess you can't always judge a person by their outward appearance. I traced my fingers along the spines, the titles ranging widely from classic literature, to mindset guides then to business strategy books. One title in particular caught my eye and I pulled it out : Good to Great by Jim Collins. I flipped through the pages not so sure of what I was looking for, because I wasn't interested in reading the book at the time, but it was an appropriate dist

This she would do until she was ready for bed. Linda’s house was filled with books. Overburdened shelving units lined the walls, but they were unable to contain her collection. Books were stacked up all over the place, creating literary towers that she would weave through as if a labyrinth of knowledge. Books were Linda’s passion, and in them she found a portal to other realities. She could live other lives, be other people, have epic adventures and torrid romances and thrilling battles. To the outside world she was what her grandmother would have called a spinster, a forty-three year old woman who’d never been married and hadn’t even been on a date in the last ten years, no children and no

Ivaan asked. “Nothing baby, your daddy is upset because he should be the one reading those books instead of you, but he has got no time.” Riya raised an eyebrow and Nikhil turned to glare at her. “Okay, you can keep these books. I don’t mind.” Ivaan said. “I’ll do my research online.” He wore his eyeglasses and moved back to his room. ***

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"I'll give you a hand. I have nothing else to do." "Well, pick up a book and start reading," Laura said and Mark passed her a heavy, leather-bound book with faded writing on the front. "If there is anything even remotely useful in it then it goes on the pile by the staircase, if it's not useful it goes on the pile by the window." There was only one obvious pile: the one by the window. It was stacked high with books that Laura and Mark had looked through and found to be unhelpful. Indianna made her way to a chair and sat down, opening the book. She looked around at the library and swallowed. There were thousands of books. Was it possible that one of them had something that could help them?

But before that, he went to his study to pick up his briefcase that had been left behind. When he picked up the bag, Inder's gaze was diverted to a book stored on the sofa. "Isn't this Amayra's? Aishh must have forgotten the girl. You sloppy!" I don't know what angel possessed Inder, he immediately put the book in his briefcase. And here is Inder now, a huge building in which there are thousands of schoolchildren. Where the teenage girls looked at him when Inder set foot there. Inder intends to return the book to Amayra, and it seems that the book is very important.

I look forward to being a well known writer like, Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie, the late legend; Chinua Achebe, Nnedi Okorafor, Wole Soyinka, Colleen Hoover, Ted dekker, Sidney sheldon, Dean Koontz and so many others. I don't think I have ever seen anyone who reads wild like I do. My love for books is out of this world, I just purely love good books, like really really good books with awesome plots. I can't be spotted anywhere without holding a novel. I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi.