Light Reading Books Novels & Stories

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

She was not much of an avid reader, okay perhaps she just had a specific preference of books that she could hardly afford to read with her busy lifestyle but she could definitely be tempted into reading if she continued to be in that room. Anelia appreciated the modern library with inserted lighting that was not too bright or too dark but emitted just the perfect lighting to induce one to step into the world of intellect and possibly choose not to leave. Thinking about how Mrs Hally loved books, she welcomed the presence of such a magnificent library. She walked further into the room, tracing the books with her hands as she moved along. She passed one ladder and came to a section that seemed

The lightest moment in a story that had contained almost no light at all. I noticed the book on his nightstand the following week. Not a pregnancy book. Not a business strategy guide. Not any of the texts I'd seen him read during our time together. A different kind of book. The title was something about understanding patterns and breaking cycles. The kind of book that therapists recommend to clients who are ready to examine the machinery that produced them.

Permit me to say this but I don't think I will regret staying here…. The book clearly covered my face as I tried to find my way through an empty desk. Florida could only laugh at my silly attitude. She just won't understand so I laughed along with her. Dropping down the books, I heaved in relief. "Fifty Shades Of Grey," I read out, caressing the book cover. I'm definitely reading all these. "Shannara Chronicles," “Game of thrones,” "Beautiful Disaster," "wow…..this is really amazing," I exclaimed, reading the title of each book I grabbed.

The library itself was a testament to the wisdom and knowledge accumulated over generations. The lighting in the library was a sight to behold. Bioluminescent sconces adorned the walls, casting a soft, ethereal glow that danced across the pages of the books. It was as if the wisdom contained within the volumes was brought to life by the gentle luminescence. Crystals, embedded within intricate chandeliers, scattered and refracted the light, creating mesmerizing patterns that shimmered across the vast expanse of the library.

Most of them are on business studies and self-help books. I take a book that interests me, and I take a seat as I turn the pages of a book after a long time. It was a really long time. I smell the book, and a tear leaves my eye. I feel a little at peace after a long time as I start to read the book. I was so lost in the book that I didn't notice it was raining heavily until thunders started to storm in loud noises and lightning strikes the whole place making it visible for a second before everything becomes dark again.

She switched the lights on as she skippered through the library once again. She’s been in that library for almost a week now. Each time, the books are added up with more and more. She wanted to just throw the white flag and end her suffering. This was not leading to anything useful for her at all. What good does reading books give you? And how is it even helpful to someone who’s studying to become a jinni? Do jinni’s teach subjects? “No, but it keeps them grounded, helps them be smart about all the thing that they do.”

I felt safe. I started walking through the rows of bookshelves. I noticed the place was bigger than I already thought and there were more books. At the end of the aisle, I saw a row of tables for reading so I paced along to get there. I grabbed the chair back and sat down. At the corner of my eye, I saw someone in a black coat to my left, five tables down. Here I thought it was just me and the clerk.

Caitlin sat on the floor between the stacks in the dark, silent library, bleary-eyed, her back against the metal frame and every muscle in her body aching as she hunched over a stack of books in her lap. It had been a marathon of reading, and books were strewn everywhere, as if an avalanche of them had fallen down upon her. Her eyes were blurry and she rubbed them again, determined to keep going.

LUNA'S POV I looked at myself in the mirror. I was different from the usual girls you'll see in New York. I had pure black hair, a round face with big gray eyes, a small nose, and a curvy shape. I was very well endowed but even though I was body confident, I got a lot of unwanted attention. I looked at the time and realized I was late. I bolted out of the house and ran as fast as I could. I couldn't wait for the bus and my workplace was just ten minutes away.