Re Reading Novels & Stories

Even with earplugs in, I could still hear them. I started studying, too, though I was still figuring out the basics. Evelyn seemed bothered by my sudden seriousness. She walked over with a textbook Matthias had just marked up and waved it in front of me. "Wendy, you're studying now, too? Reading all by yourself? Can you even understand it? "I have notes here that Matthias just highlighted. I can let you take a look." She waved the book back and forth, then covered her mouth and laughed. "Oh, right. I almost forgot. Matthias doesn't want to teach you anymore.

Lena's POV I sat with the folder until the light changed. The library went from afternoon grey to the particular amber of early evening, the lamps casting long shadows across the shelves, and I sat on the window seat with the folder open in my lap and read every page three times. Not because I didn't understand it the first time. Because I kept hoping the second reading would change what the first one said. It didn't. Neither did the third.

I could see her getting more frustrated. The longer Nadia reread the books, the more anxious I became. Why couldn’t she remember the treatment? Did the books not help? “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Talk to me.” “I need to recheck everything,” Nadia replied. After Nadia read all six books twice, she went back and skimmed through them again, looking for anything that might help. My wolf was restless inside me. ‘She’s wasting time,’ he growled. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked.

The first time: checking for errors, for awkward constructions, for the small failures of language that could undermine a thing. The second time: reading it as if someone else had written it, trying to hear what it would sound like to a stranger. The third time: reading it as the person who had lived it, letting it land where it was meant to land. "That's it," he said. He was alone in the kitchen. Reed the dog was asleep in her bed in the corner, having been walked and fed and settled for the night. Alexander was in the study, working on something for the foundation, the light from his desk lamp visible through the doorway.

I can't even respond to the question knowing it's going to sound very weird. “How much have you read?” “The number of papers I've read is not of any significance.” “We've been in a relationship before so it's not going to be a new thing when we reach that bridge. We'll cross it. I have to go I have a meeting in a few minutes. I'll love to give you a ride home. “I would have loved to join you but Veronica and I are hanging out after work.” “Well, I hope her brother’s not joining you guys?” “No, he is not.”

“Start over. Page one.” “What?” I practically shrieked. “I’ve been reading this same page for hours! You can’t make me start over just because I got one question wrong!” “You didn’t get one question wrong,” Knox corrected gently. “You’ve gotten fifteen questions wrong. Which means you haven’t actually learned the material. Reading isn’t the same as understanding, Dahlia. You need to comprehend what you’re reading, not just let your eyes pass over the words.” I wanted to cry. Or throw the textbook at his head. Maybe both.

The air is a bit cold and I am feeling lazy, lazy to do my work and also to go to my therapy session this afternoon. A part of me wishes to call Dr Mendel and ask to cancel, but I think of my promise to my dad and then I end up going. My dad and I are in a good place, it's like we are reconnecting again after the months long mourning period. I cant mess this up. Besides, it's been so relieving to just talk and release things held inside. So again, I can't mess up my progress just because I am feeling lazy. With a free period given to us and one more class left until school is over, I decide to spend it in the school library, relaxing in my seat and reading a romance novel. I am so into the s

Sera's Pov I read it twice. Phase Two: Extraction or Termination. The second time I read it I was making sure I had read it right the first time. I had. The words did not change between readings, they did not soften or rearrange themselves into something less precise. Extraction or termination. Two options on a list, clean and bureaucratic, written by someone who had typed my existence into a document the same way they would type a supply order or a meeting agenda.

But Parth was more puzzled at her behaviour. " Are you alright dear? Grandma said; no,no,I mean you always busy with your phone but we got shocked to see you reading newspaper." Parth got the matter.He started at Lily angrily with his eyes wide open but today he was not in mood to start any fight with his sister.So,he got deep down in the newspaper again.He was pretending to reading it but actually he was still thinking about the party whether he should go or not. ******** It was going to be 2 p.m but still not decided yet what to do. Parth was walking in his room impatiently.His phone rang up.

Outside the window, the moonlight flowed like water. And here, in his arms, I felt the pulse of a new life growing within me. This was the weight of happiness. Heavy, yet incredibly comforting. (The End)