Jobs If You Love Books Novels & Stories

“If I could find a job that involved reading romance books we would be good to go. I just don’t like interacting with people too much to be honest with you. People make me nervous.” “You know I could get you a job doing that if you would be interested. I actually own a company that publishes books. We haven’t taken on romance books just yet, but if we had someone who would enjoy reading a whole lot of them everyday to see if they are worth publishing or not, we could add that on.” “What? You are joking right?”

Asher turns to face me “It can't be nothing, something's up. Talk to me Raven.” “I love this place so much, it could be my second favorite place in the house after the garden”. I say still tracing the books. “It's just that, this place brings back a memory that hurts me so much” “What memory?” “I used to work in a bookshop back in the city. I loved my work so much, it was always something I looked forward to every morning when I wake up” “ The stacks of books, their smell, always recommending books to people and listening to their feedback”

What's the best part? I shrugged, forcing a light laugh to ease the tension knotting my stomach. 'It's not glamorous at all—endless shelving, ringing up customers who haggle over paperbacks, dealing with the occasional weirdo who wants to debate why their favorite author is underrated. But yeah, I love it. Books don't judge you. They just... get you, you know? Escape into someone else's head for a bit.' He chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through the air and sent an unexpected shiver down my spine despite the sun. 'Sounds perfect for you. Mark's a lucky guy—he gets the real Jane, the one who dives headfirst into stories and comes out wiser or whatever.'

I sat at the table beside the boys and sighed. "What's wrong?" Isabella asked as she poured the coffee into our mugs. "Huh? Oh, nothing! I was just lost in my thoughts." She raised a brow. "Thoughts about what?" "It may sound strange,” I started. “But about work." "Do you miss your job?" Isabella continued to question. I shook my head. "I don't miss my boss, he's a jerk, but I miss doing what I love. I love to interview people and miss listening to other people's stories,” I explained.

She’s a typical bookworm and would rather deal with fictional issues than real ones, and this job is perfect for her. “I might have to take it for myself,” I only half joke. I set it down and take another book from the box. “I know I did the ordering, but it’s like Christmas morning every time we get a new shipment in.” “I know!” she agrees, and I spend another few minutes looking through the books before I go back to the front of the store. I need to talk to Kristy while Betty is distracted anyway. “Thanks for the coffee,” Kristy tells me. “And the gossip is about yourself, isn’t it?”

I wanted to familiarize myself with the pack first. Working as a librarian has been an easy fit. It wasn’t the kind of job I wanted, but it would do for now because at least it took me out of the house every morning, and I had so many books at my disposal. Even though I had a library back home, I found it comforting to talk to others about the books we both loved.

No one wants to read in the library anymore, maybe just for research. Only a few people were in the library. Samantha was good with that. She didn't have to meet a lot of people. Her job was simple. She just had to issue a library card to people and take inventory of the books lent out. She was glad when they called her a week ago to resume. She finally got a job. The pay was fine. She could get used to a minimalist life.

Sitting on her bed, with crossed legs - a lady in her pajamas reading a book. More precisely, a romance book. In this age, who doesn't want to dream about those fantastical love stories? If it is about transporting oneself to another dimension, isn't it cool that way? Becoming a villain in a story, isn't it thrilling enough to be adapted into a movie? Jade was one of those people, and forever will be. She's an avid reader of love stories and had a large collection of that in her room.

And most of all, having to smell that aroma of nachos. I checked my watch. Half an hour was left till my shift ended and I headed to my next job which was of a librarian. But I looked forward to it. Honestly, I could have gotten an easy job but I really wanted to try this. Books are a way of escaping life. You can call me a nerd and I will totally appreciate it. I was always that kid who wanted to spend her Christmas money at a book store rather than the toy shop or candy store. Sometimes I really wished I didn't care this much. I really wished to go to parties, not give a damn about bills, have flings and sneak out. But I knew I couldn't get over the guilt.

Joyce got home and started pondering about everything. She should just try to forget everything about her boss and move on. After all, she had submitted her resignation letter. She didn't need to go to work anymore but what would she do now? There is only one option and that is to go out and look for job. Philip, who could have been her other option, was now out of the game,all thanks to her amazing boss.