Re Reading Novels & Stories

Asked if he needed anything before five. He said no thank you. She nodded. Went back to her desk. He watched her go. Three more days of this. Three more mornings of coffee at the right temperature and good morning in the same register and thank you Olivia and her filing it and him filing it and neither of them showing the other what was underneath. He could do three days. He picked up the Reinholt pre-read. The sections she had flagged were exactly the right ones. He read them. And did not think about what it meant that even now, even knowing everything he knew, the

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.

"Those scores were mine to begin with. You don't need to wait for the results. You can start planning your repeat year now." Tyson drove his foot into my side. "Still running your mouth, huh? When Kingsford accepts me, I'll report you for cheating myself. Just wait until they pull your offer!" Right then, someone shouted, "My scores are out!" The website had been overloaded with everyone checking at once, so most people were refreshing their accounts or waiting for the email to come through. Within seconds, phones started buzzing all around us. Everyone got their results. Everyone except Tyson. His expression tightened. He glanced at me, then stepped closer, his voice low and tense. "What di

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."

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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.”