Kindle Reading Aloud Novels & Stories

" I rolled my eyes at what Gelo said. People who say that thing annoy me the hell out of me. They’re usually the types who don’t read. Did I say something wrong? I hate people telling me that. And to answer your question, I would like to tell you that in books we have fancy words, characters we treasure, and striking lines that make us cry. Reading a book also releases stress, improves attention span, and widens our vocabulary. " I can’t argue enough with a person like you. Too smart. " I stood up again and gave the broom and Clorox wipes to him. We had to start cleaning if we wanted to finish it before lunch. Usually, I listen to audiobooks whenever I’m cleaning. But Gelo was here, who woul

And no doubt, have hot dreams about it. It’s another book suggestion from her. I’ve just finished the last one she recommended, and honestly, I shouldn’t dive into another. Once I start reading, I lose myself completely. But this time, she’s telling me to listen to it. Audiobook. That’s new. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I click the link she sent, and in a matter of seconds, the book is purchased and playing through my home speakers. I settle back in bed, letting the narrator’s deep voice wash over me, and within moments, I realize Lucy’s sent me a stalker romance. Great.

“I’ve got some food shopping to do, I may stop by the library for some new books. Do you need anything while I’m out?” “Why won’t you use the kindle I bought you for Christmas last year?”. “I do use it but nothing beats reading an actual book. Now do you need anything, some more toiletries?”. “Yes please”. I smiled. “I’m going to head out just now. I’ll be back for dinner”. … Alanna was standing by the door when I reached the house. “Hey girl”. She grinned letting me past. As she closed the door behind us I heard the small chatter.

A bookstore in the Chiado district, the one that's been stocking my books since the first one came out. "A reading," I say to Celeste. "In front of people." "That's what readings are." "What if I freeze?" "Then you freeze. And then you keep going." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I have." --- I have been preparing for weeks. Not the way I used to prepare for cons — memorizing lies, rehearsing performances. I just... practice. Reading aloud to Celeste, to the dogs, to the empty garden. The words are mine. The voice is mine. There's nothing to pretend.

Stuffed animals lined the shelves, their button eyes twinkling mischievously. Theo's small hands eagerly reached for a stack of picture books, their pages adorned with whimsical illustrations. Hazel's voice carried a melody of excitement and anticipation as she read aloud, bringing the characters to life. Theo's eyes widened with each turn of the page, his imagination taking flight. As the story unfolded, Hazel's voice rose and fell, painting vivid pictures in their minds. They journeyed through enchanted forests, where talking animals whispered secrets and magical beings danced in moonlit clearings. Hazel's voice was a gentle breeze, carrying them away to far-off lands filled with endless p

She had to let him go. Starting her Kindle app again, she loaded her book and instructed Oliver to read it to her. Once his familiar British voice chimed in, she closed her eyes and settled the iPad beside her, allowing herself to become lost in the story of ancient symbols and mysticisms that seemed well understood by Robert Langdon.

Until, having landed, she stood once again in a valley, shadowed by towering shelves of dusty spines and faded pages. “Not a reader?” he said after a brief pause. “Oh no, no, I am.” She raked her fingers through her hair. A nervous tick, the old guy creeping her out despite her having been there for less than ten minutes. “But it’s all Kindle. A lot easier that way.” She chuckled. He did not. “But those aren’t books,” he said. “Of course they are.” Raising her head, she caught his eye. Challenged him.

I laugh. “Yes. That should be fine sweetie.” I love the way my little girl gets excited about all things ‘library’, including the old librarian. Maddie and I settle onto the couch, her reading over the high school study guide for her exams tomorrow and I have my new favorite electronic device, my kindle, reading a biography on Dave Grohl. I am currently in a groove of biographies.

One, two, three… Then I heard him. Footsteps. Heavy, measured, stopping outside the nursery door. He didn’t knock. Alphas didn’t knock. But he didn’t burst in either. There was a long pause. And then — his voice. Low, rumbling, deliberately soft. “‘The Warrior Bear stomped through the forest,’” he read. “‘His roar shook the leaves from the trees. But when he found the little cub crying…’” I froze. He was doing the voices.

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone onto the couch next to me, looking around the room. It's quiet when Santos has the kids. Almost too quiet. And there's nothing to do. I've deep cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. I've done four loads of laundry and put it all away. I even threw dinner in the crockpot already, so my regular chores are done. I tap my fingers on my leg and the Kindle shoved between couch cushions catches my eye. Ooh. I could read for a bit. What is the name of that author I like? The one who writes about all those bearded brothers? Penelope Reads? Penny Reads? Penny Reid! That's it!