Must Read Books Fiction Novels & Stories

It's late summer, fall is just around the corner. “You love reading, you'd be so happy if I brought a book when I go home after work. You will read books wherever you are. In the room, the reading room, you spend a lot of time in the greenhouse reading.” I smiled a little, I do love reading. To be more precise, I like new things, and for me reading books is the only place where I can learn new things. Especially fiction. “You like fictional books.” My eyes rounded at this. Ah, he really is my partner.

he replied simply, adjusting his glasses. I rolled my eyes. “You need help. Here—” I reached for one of the novels from the table beside me, one that was light and funny. “Try reading something that won’t make your brain combust.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fiction?” “Yes, fiction,” I said, placing it in his hand. “You know, made-up stories with emotions, imagination, and people who do ridiculous things for love?” He opened the first page, his expression unreadable. For the next few minutes, the only sound was the crackle of the fire and the rustle of turning pages. Then, suddenly—

Sprinted to the door, I pulled it open, not expecting it to open, but it did, causing my heart to swell in joy. Ambling to the shelf, my eyes darted round the various book covers. Fiction was my favorite book to read because the best thing about reading was to be able to escape from your life, to be able to read hundreds or even thousands of other lives. Non-fiction does not have that power, it does not change you the way fiction does. To me, if you are not affected somehow, even if it is the slightest change, you are not reading the right book. I would love to think that every novel I have read has become a part of me and created who I am in a sense.

“What kind of books?” “Mostly biographies.” “That sounds exactly like you.” Julian stood up from the chair as well. “And you only read romance?” “Not only,” I said defensively. “Just… mostly.” “Why?” I shrugged. “Because they’re easy to get lost in.” Julian studied my face like he was trying to understand something deeper behind that answer. “Real life isn’t like those stories,” he said. “I know that.” “Then why read them?” “Because sometimes it’s nice to believe people actually figure things out.”

"Thank you for letting me read your collection of books." This time Lexie was more used to it and she wasn't afraid at all as she walked down the stone steps to Rafe's room. She already knew exactly what was waiting for her down there. And now she felt really enthusiastic, instead of being frightened by the darkness that surrounded her before the lights around her flashed one by one. “I'm the only one who usually reads those books. Glad if someone else reads it too.” "What book do you like?" “I read all the books. Novels, books about business, books about autos, anything. At least I have to enrich myself with knowledge so that other people can't fool me.”

"Exquisite." "Are you sure you don't mean superb?" "Meritorious might work better." "You got that from Stephen King?" "I have no idea where it came from. What do you like to read?" "The classics-fiction, non-fiction, the phonebook." God she was perfect. "You read everything, I take it?" "Just about. There's a thrift store down the street and every now and then I find an oldie but goody for a quarter."

The books with broken spines. He was not at all who she'd thought he was. He was so much more complicated than she'd thought he was. "You have a lot of books," she said, moving to the shelves. "I read." "Obviously. What do you read?" "Whatever's in front of me." He came toward her with the water, which she took. "History, mostly. Architecture. Some fiction, if it doesn't waste my time." "What does wasting your time look like in fiction?" "Characters who are foolish for plot reasons rather than for human ones."

"He reads, for one. Russian literature, actually. Dostoevsky is like his favorite author. He's read almost everything the guy ever wrote." Piper raised an eyebrow; she didn't look impressed. "Okay?" I grabbed the copy of The Brothers Karamazov that was lying beside me and held it up like evidence. "He gave me this book. He's the one who actually got me into reading fiction, and you know I don't read fiction. We've been talking about it, and he actually knows what he's talking about. He's not just pretending to be deep." "Okay, so he reads," Piper murmured, turning back to the pot with a swish of her red ponytail. "Big deal. Lots of people read."

So I pasted a friendly smile on my face and spoke to her. "We have both fiction and nonfiction books, and there are a lot of genres under each. We have romance, fantasy, horror, sci-fi and the likes under fiction and we also have self help, motivation, religious, educational books and such under non fiction, so please feel free to explore." My voice was professional. "Um...what books do you like?Personally?" It took everything in me not to show my frustration. "I'm not picky with books."

, at the request of the old general manager of the family business and always accompanied. The novels, which she had in a certain quantity in her room, were occasionally picked up by one of the employees who advised her during the day. According to the authors and genres she liked. Now, alone, Rúbia went through all the sectors, meticulously organized in alphabetical order. For those that used to be of interest to her without even looking at the sessions and, towards the end of the collection, reaching the books that deal with the pastime prescribed by Magalhaes. “If you feel a certain amount of anxiety, similar to mental hunger, try to focus on this game and everything related to it. This i