Re Reading Novels & Stories

Rehaan "Maya did you read the book I gave you?" Maya "Yes I read it. I read the whole book and learned a lot of things." Rehaan "Wow, you finished reading the book so fast! Well, that's good. Maya actually, I need the book. I'm sorry, I know I should have told you earlier, it's actually my Mom's book and she needs it now. As you said, you have finished reading the book, so please return it." Maya "It's okay Rehaan, anyway I have read it and I don't forget anything I read. I have it with me now."

he muttered. "Boss! I saw this! It seems we have another fan here!" Roy yelled and shoved a novel at Shane. It was 'The Cliff'; the latest novel written by Shane's favorite author of mystery novel; Sandy Mills. "Common Roy!" Shane yelled angrily. Roy bowed and threw the book aside but Esther rose up and snatched it out of the air. "It... is… mi..ne!" she stammered and clutched the book to her chest. Shane eyed her and looked away. Their only witness was a bad stammerer. it would be pretty difficult to get her testimony. He thought.

He has the quiet satisfaction of someone who knows a piece of work is complete and is ready to let it belong to the archive instead of only himself. I read. The first paragraph speaks directly to the reader. You have read the invitation more than once. The first time it did not yet feel true for you. You read it again, and then again. Now you are reading this letter, another form of the same invitation, and you are still deciding. That is exactly right. The decision belongs to you. There is no correct number of readings. The second paragraph continues.

"What did you do? Why haven't I gotten mine?" I smiled. "Why are you asking me about your score?" One of his followers quickly jumped in. "It has to be in the top 50 in the state. They always delay those." I almost laughed. In my last life, my score really had been in the top 50. But this time, I had written everything in red ink. There was no way that was happening. Still, everyone bought it instantly and started congratulating Tyson in advance. He hesitated for a moment, then firecrackers went off outside.

He was reading it again. I looked at this, at him reading his own book, on my sofa, in the apartment that had been cold and was now not, on a Tuesday night in April with the city outside and the candles burning low on the table and six sunflower shoots on the terrace deciding to be tall. "You're reading it again," I said. "There are things I missed the first time," he said without looking up. "Ethan," I said. "Mm." "For what it's worth," I said, "I think you've found it, the word."

I grabbed it and read it. Had to step out. Don't worry. I'll be back. - S I read it twice. Then a third time. Then I set it down on the nightstand‚ pressed both hands flat against the mattress‚ and took a slow‚ controlled breath through my nose. Had to step out. Don't worry. I'll be back.

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She sat across from James with the laptop open between them and read the clause again in the morning light. She had read it three times the night before and had felt each reading differently. The first was shock. The second was recognition. The third was the particular quality of something settling into its correct position after a long time in the wrong one. This reading, the fourth, was something else entirely. It was grief.

I don't miss him I'm just curious. Liar. I do miss him which is shocking and unbelievable, but I do miss and I'm not gonna deny it. My nails subconsciously begin to pick at the edges of the book in my hand, I've re-read one sentence for what feels like forever. My eyes and brain refuse to cooperate today, I know I'm reading the words but nothing is translating and it's frustrating to say the least. I sigh, my eyes finds their way to the window, it's a relatively nice day, the sky is blue with only a few clouds scattered around it giving it a breathtaking view.

I also spotted Kira sitting on the shed while talking to two young ladies at her age. I faced Tim and found out he's already deep down serious while reading the book. “Rereading,huh?” I asked. “Shh. I'm almost done.” “You just started-” “For the nth time, Zoe Kathareen Edwards, if you keep on spoiling me about the ending, I'm telling you this book will be a weapon.” “ I'm not even spoiling you. I'm just saying how can you say you're almost done when you just started readind,huh.Idiot.”