Re Reading Novels & Stories

The first text read. The second text came a second later. "Yeah I remember, what about that?"

thank you for reading. bye.

The words didn't blur. Her phone buzzed. Idris: What are you doing? She typed: Reading. The book again? The book again. Why? She looked at the page. The words she'd read a hundred times. The sentences she thought she understood. Because I think I missed something. That's what reading is for. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She turned the page.

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.

Thank you for reading. "

Read the next chapter to find out about every thing. Thanks so much for reading.

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.

* Thanks for reading. Add to your libraries. .

He is the crazy one. ‘You have read it all?’ he asks. ‘About fifteen times.’ ‘Do you mind if I read it?’ he asks. ‘Nope.’ ‘As if I care ...’ He starts to read it, and I read with him. Even the zillionth time around, it evokes the same feelings. It brings the same feelings of pity and love like it had brought the first time round. Shrey finishes it in about an hour and then rereads certain portions of it, just like Avantika did.