Read People Like A Book Audiobook Novels & Stories

I thought about the way she held a book. "Yes," I said. He pulled a volume. He held it out to me without a description or a recommendation, simply held it out in the way of a man who had done his thinking and arrived at a conclusion and was presenting it. I took it. I looked at the cover. I opened it to the first page and read the first paragraph and I understood, from the first paragraph, why he had chosen it, though I could not have said precisely how I understood this, only that the voice on the page had a quality that I recognized as the quality Lena would recognize.

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."

We needed all the evidence we could get against Mr Ranault even if it means coming to see a stranger alone in a library. The library had another floor for history and science while the bottom floor was for kids books and pretty much basic stuff. I searched around the ground floor of the library but there was only two teenagers,some women and two nerdy collage guys. There is no way any of these people had that manly voice I heard on the phone last night. Just as I was about to go upstairs,I saw a man seating in one of the chairs with a book in his hands titled: A little life. The man had brown skin like dark chocolate. He pulled the book down a little to be able to peep his eyes out and look

I said, grinning from teeth to teeth like a child. We walked into the library. It looked like it had been a while, since it was in use. We went through several sections which included, finance, self-improvement, ethics, business amongst all. I caught a glimpse of a book I had been wanting to read, “Atomic Habits” by James Clear. I picked it immediately, and started going through it. After a while, I noticed I wasn't hearing any sound from the cook. I looked around and found her wiping tears off her eyes with the hem of her apron.

"Good. Let's sit." We found seats in the back. Vivienne Bunn's voice filled the small space, reading from her latest book. A dark romance about a woman who falls for the man sent to destroy her. I got lost in her words. The cadence of violence dressed as poetry. Obsession framed as devotion. For forty-five minutes, I forgot about everything else. When the reading ended, people began lining up for signings. I started to stand, but Lucien's hand landed on my knee.

butterflies in my stomach I avert my eyes. When I turn to Carla, I see she’s gone. I sigh. I take out my phone and go into my bookstore. I pick out a book out of the Piper Rayne collection, the two of them have to be one of my all-time favorite authors. I read the book while I wait for Carla to return. She told me she’d let me know if she left. I am so focused on my book I didn’t realize until he spoke up that he was beside me. “So, miss Library what you doing reading in a bar?” the guy I was looking at earlier asks.

A book was different. A book was permanent in a way that speeches were not. A book existed in the world independently of whether I was in a good place when it was read, independently of the specific room and the specific audience and the specific night. A book could be read by my children when they were old enough to read it. A book could be read by people who hated me, people who had opinions about what I should have done differently, people who had never experienced anything adjacent to what I was describing and would bring that absence to the reading. A book required a different kind of exposure than standing at a podium.

Nothing but dust, endless, endless dust and a very broken girl. Madeline smiled judging by the prologue, the book just screamed please read me and she was going to and you should too. "Who are you..Death?..." The mc asked as she closed at the person dressed in a ragged black coat. "Sometimes but not today..." Madeline closed the book, taking a deep breath, this was her reaction whenever she read a good line. "It's like I'm transported into the book.." Madeline opened the book again and continued reading, somehow she found her way back to her room.

He goes away while I'm staring at everyone, trying to keep myself busy with my thoughts even though I feel out of place. He returned with a canned drink; we found a spot to see and finally sat. I suck at starting up a conversation; instead, I focus on scrolling through my phone while Daniel discusses it with the rest of the people sitting with us; it's a table of four. Then everywhere goes silent; the author of the book goes to the stage, and behind the stage is a projector displaying the book with animation that accompanies it. Titled, “When I broke free”It's a middle-aged woman, possibly in her late 40s.She begins.

Hmmn, seems he likes this book a lot. I stopped and turned back to him curiously. “Can I have the book please? I’ll tell you where you can d******d the P*F online. You can read it anytime you like.” He said. I scoffed. Really? “Maybe you should take your own advice.” “No, I can’t read a book online. I don’t know. Feels… feels like…” he paused briefly taking his eyes off me. “Feels like I’m not getting the whole package or so.