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I wiped my eyes, all my problems suddenly forgotten as I started at this book. “Do not tell me that you are crying.” “I cannot help it.” I sniffed in. “I love books so much, they help me forget about all of the problems I face. If I was not going to be in trouble, I would have asked to stay in here and read as much as I can.” I spoke too much and too fast out of excitement. Tugging on my lips I sighed. “I have never seen someone so in love with books.” He chuckled while I looked at the hardcover book in my hands.

She rattled on about how she loves to read books especially love stories and how happy she’s to get a new friend who happens to share the same hobby with her. I don’t fancy love stories because I can easily predict what’s gonna happen next like who wouldn’t? Besides, it’s kind of boring to read the same plot repeatedly; boy meeting the girl, girl meeting the boy, starting from simple infatuation to attraction, then one of’em will confess, and BAM! They start dating and blah blah blah. It’s predictable. I’d rather read genres like adventure, action, crime, thriller, fantasy, etc., where things’re not much predictable plus you’ve to use your brain. At least you can learn something new. “Here w

In fact, the pile of my words can be categorised as rambling. Well, I loved reading newspapers, inspirational books, classics and most importantly, novels. Love stories are a key to my heart and a fuel to my imagination. I was teased by the name 'reading maniac' because I could literally read anything. All I need is a piece of writing. Though this habit is considered ‘boring’ by my friends, but I like it so, I do it and I have no regrets or problem in being called a ‘boring person’.

he asked softly. "Yes, most definitely. How about you, Lord Pembroke?" she replied, her eyes finally settling on him. "Most definitely," he echoed. "Books feed the dreams and minds of men and women alike. A person who doesn't love books isn't a person worth knowing." "I quite agree. If you don't read, you often have so little of worth to say in conversation," she added.

Diana The gentle rustle of pages fills the air as I lose myself in yet another book. Over the past few days, I've discovered a newfound love for reading, devouring the volumes Dominicus gifted me with an insatiable appetite for knowledge. Who would have thought that I, once barely literate, would find such joy in the written word?

The bedazzled look on Alek’s face worsened. Giving up, she told him, “It’s something only a book lover will understand, okay?” “What other things will only a book lover understand?” “Hmm. Fancy bookmarks. Song playlists,” she said, listing it out on her fingers. She couldn’t remember all, but those were her favourites. “Ignoring your phone to read.” “Ignoring your phone? Why?” “When a book is so engrossing, you don’t want to leave it.” Her voice lowered. “If a book lover stops in the middle of a book to text you, know they are in love with you. “

Salvatore asked. Alexa adjusted her napkin in her lap and contemplated her answer. “Well, I know it’s not exciting or adventurous, but I love to read.” “I think reading is quite adventurous. I enjoy it myself sometimes. What types of books do you like reading?” “I like reading all kinds of books, but literary classics are my favorite.” “Ah, Pride and Prejudice and the like?” She laughed, and he leaned closer to her. “Yes, you could say that.” “What’s your favorite book?” His gaze was locked on hers, and he was close enough she could feel the heat of his breath. He was caught up in the wonder of the moment, and she was captivated too.

To her. Aurora is stretched out on the blanket a few feet away, one knee bent, hair lifting and falling against her cheek whenever the wind decides to toy with her. She is reading on her Kindle, thumb moving in small, distracted motions as she scrolls. I still cannot get used to that thing. Reading, to me, means weight in your hands, paper that remembers every person who touched it before you, corners worn down by time. Aurora likes that too, I know she does. But she loves stories more than formats, and convenience wins when she wants to disappear into a book for a while.

This was a question I couldn’t answer so I let it be. My legs carried me to the bookshelves once again, totally blown away by all of the interesting reads I had to myself. I took my time, admiring each collection with my fingers skating across them on the shelves while reading their titles. I wanted to read one. My day had been chaotic and there was nothing I’d love more than to pick a good romance book, settle in bed, and read until I fell asleep. It was one of my favorite hobbies and the way I usually spent my nights on weekends, after a stressful week of attending classes and working my ass off to pay my bills.