Old Books To Read Novels & Stories

"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."

"Okay first of all, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, the reason why business isn't moving is because no one is interested in reading boring old books anymore? This is what people are into these days, okay? News, gossip, all that juicy information. Besides, if there's anything anyone would want to know about everything there is to know, it's all up in the internet already so you see, no one really cares that much for books anymore. Just boring old librarians" Wilma came, letting me in on the sad truth but of course, I wasn't one to back down on the things I believed in. "You know, I'm pretty sure there are lots of people like me, who think the good old times were better when one

Some old collections rich people used to show off to their fellow rich people There was a large desk in the corner with an antique-looking lamp on top, the bulb seemed to be lit but not on, there were strange-looking books, some with leather covers, others paper, some old, some brand new with pages that fell open and wrinkled under my fingers. There were even some books with gold writing on the cover but none of them looked like they were readable, I picked up the nearest one, it was titled in Latin. Opening the book carefully, the first page was blank except for two black lines that started from the middle of it, it looked like someone had drawn something underneath them. They weren't words

"But that is the purpose of it. Books are designed to give you a wide sense of imagination. They were created so all of us can see beyond the physical world. I am not a good reader but I still can't stop myself from reading a lot of books about keeping calmness in my heart. If you ask me why I read those kinds of books, I will give you a lot of answers you would be pleased to hear." "I wish that was easy to actually do. I am more of a fan of historical books. I like reading about the dark ages and how medieval men lived their lives when the Catholic Church was killing millions of innocent people in the name of God." "So, you do read a lot?" The woman cut me quickly. "I didn't say I read a lo

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

"We have a variety of everything." He reached behind me then, pulling a few older books from one of the shelves before handing them to me. The covers were worn and elegant, the pages yellowed with age. "They're old," he said. "Most of them were written in the eighteen hundreds." I opened one somewhere near the middle before handing it back to him. "Read something to me," I said quietly.

“Seriously?” That’s when Emma dropped the old-looking book onto my side of the table. It looked so old that its leather cover was frayed in places and you could barely read the title; Legends of the Old Country. “Where did you get this?” I asked. “The school library’s one of the oldest in the country… you’ll find an odd relic or two stuffed into the stacks if you try hard enough,” Emma answered. Emma flipped the yellowing pages until she found the one she wanted me to read.

And lastly, the books in this section look even older than the ones that Rhode was looking at. I take a closer look at the shelves to see that most of the so-called books are mostly loose papers that are poorly bound. Some look so ancient I worry that the papers will crumble into dust if I touch them. But I pull out a few anyway, sneezing my head off in the process and trying to find something about the silly legend of Udbhava.

he said with a grin. "I know and I really am interested to read those books again" I kind of wished to reread those antique classics as I remembered them. Now I was starting to feel the thrill of reading such literature. Because the last time, I was so shocked and devastated that I failed to recognize how fascinating the material in the book was. He responded with amazement, "You do?" "Of course. Learning new things and information was really my thing and those old-age books have extra points"

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.