Novel & Cerita Must Read Fiction Books

He hated her and for sure didn’t want her help. Once again, she walked to the same study room and thought of waiting for him while scanning the books. From fictional romance to nonfiction world’s reality, there are hundreds of books to engage the readers. Her finger senses the spine of books like she could feel the words inside it, reading them softly, when Samson entered the room quietly.

“So I guess you knowing it should be enough for you. You probably wouldn’t read a romance novel even if you had a gun pointed to your head.” “It’s all fiction,” he replied her. “Unrealistic fiction. And if I may ask, what good thing comes out of reading them? Illusions. They paint illusions in the head of young teenagers and adults too, I fear. They pull you out of reality and instead allow you dwell in your delusions for hours and hours. And at the end what happens? Wasted time. Unproductivity alongside disappointment when the harsh reality comes knocking on their door.” “Wow,” Emily couldn’t believe her ears. “You know, you sounded like you know much about fiction. Romance to be precise.”

When she stops talking and looks up at him he tells her, “I don't care what you read or watch. I just hate werewolf fiction because it is all a bunch of made-up bullshit.” “I guess so, but isn't that why people read it? They know werewolves are not real, but still they love the stories? They can picture it in their minds and for a while, the world is a bigger and far more wondrous place for them. A place where magic exists and there is more to people than the mind can fathom.”

"What are you reading? Besides the textbook." The change in subject threw me. "Um, I just finished The Stand by Stephen King." His eyes lit up. "The Stand? That's over a thousand pages. You actually finished it?" "I've read it three times," I admitted. "Three times?" He looked genuinely impressed. "Most people won't even read it once because of the length." "The length is part of the appeal," I said, feeling slightly more confident talking about books. "You get to live in that world for longer, get to know the characters so deeply. It's like being part of something bigger than yourself."

“You should stop reading fiction books. They are just fiction. They don’t teach you anything worthwhile.” Iva smiled at him because she knew that he was upset due to her book-reading habit as she wouldn’t let him get close until she finished the book. “Non fiction does inform the mind, but fiction infiltrates it. One gives you the maps of the world, while the other lets you wander through many worlds from your home. You should try reading some fiction as it sparks original thinking, Dear.” “Pfft, original thinking? How?” Gareth turned his head and stared at her. “Give me one good example?”

I replied. He nodded, “sure. I love reading books, fictional ones to be specific.” He simply replied. "Oh. I see. Me too. Romance, right?" I asked, grinning. He laughed, "I knew that was your expectation when I said fiction novels, a lot of people expect that but how on earth do you expect ME to read romance. How do you expect a mafia who is thirsty for revenge, to sit his ass down only for 'i love you's and 'i love you to the moon and back's. You must be shitting me.”.

I wonder how long I can survive in this world without turning to ash. I spent most of the day in my room. Pretending to read, trying to trick my brain into believing words on a page can hush the chaos inside me. I scroll through bookstagram, click add to cart, order five more novels I’ll never finish. Let’s be honest, none of us buy books to read them all. We buy them for the hope they carry. For the illusion that we’re better, smarter and more in control that we actually are. I tell myself distraction is healing. But even lies feel tired in my mouth now.

He replied, "All books are fiction." "Not all." "You know what I mean." He shook his head, as I continued. "I like stories that take me somewhere else," I said, "Stories that make me forget reality exists and make me paint pictures in my head. His eyes flickered briefly. "That explains the paintings." I nodded. "It helps." "So, you're one of those romance people that enjoys all those ridiculous stories.” He said, “Where girl meets boy, girl hates boy. And then by some silly ass miracle, they both love each other at the end of the day.”

I bought so many books that I had to build a mini-library in the shop, and that's when Henry began to read them as well. But there was one thing I noticed about the books he was reading. It was always those "abandoned by the woman he loves, so the male lead gets revenge by getting stronger," type. People, in my opinion, read novels that describe a tale that is similar yet wildly different from their own. People who want to fall in love read romance novels, while those who want to be adventurous read adventure tag books. So I had a feeling. "Say, Henry, have you been rejected by your crush or something?" As soon as I asked, Henry had the book in his hands.

At the length, she reached library which was pooled with different books of different genres. But nothing excited Sophia, she did read some books in the past, but now from last two years she had indulged herself in work to the extent where she no more felt interested. She walked by shelves feeling every book with her finger tips. To her surprise, the books were without a particle of dirt and books didn’t seemed new but worn out. “He didn’t seem to be someone who loves reading.” Sophia spoke to herself looking at the piles of volume. Traveling the way she reached to the fiction section, whose pages were most worn out.