Novel & Cerita Read People Like A Book Audiobook

"That the people who stay are the ones who were supposed to." He looked at the book. "Not the ones who were convenient. Not the ones who were merely suitable." He looked back at her. "The ones who were supposed to." She sat with that for a long moment. Then: "Read it to me." He looked at her. "It's a children's book." "I know," she said. "Read it to me." Something moved in his expression. "All right," he said. He opened the book. He read it in twenty minutes—the whole of it, slowly, in the kitchen with the September evening at the windows and the south garden doing its seasonal work and the house quiet around them in the way it was quiet on Friday evenings when it was simply being held by th

It's a complete bliss to just wander your eyes over those beautiful dialogues and expect nothing more than it. I started reading and unconsciously started flipping pages as I read the story. I was completely into the book until- "Yes- she's here. I found her." I frowned at the new voice in the library. The only people who visit this library are the librarian, who barely talks, and Mr. Mebbin, who just comes here to chill, and the cleaner. But, that voice belonged to none of the three so I stretched myself and looked over my shoulder to look at the grinning Bretton Parker.

“I do audiobooks.” God. Now I was wondering what he sounded like reading those filthy lines out loud. Damn it, Eve. “So,” he said, taking a sip of his cappuccino, “you’re a fan of Lola Noir?” I finally worked up the courage to speak first. “So, you read Lola Noir?” Stupid, Eve. What a stupid question. His lips curved into a slow smile. “I do audiobooks.” God. Now I was wondering what he sounded like reading those filthy lines out loud. Damn it, Eve.

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

"There's nothing wrong with that, Deborah. Nothing shameful about wanting to read stories that make you feel something." I looked up at him, surprised by the conviction in his voice. "You really think that?" "I know it." He reached past me, his arm brushing mine as he picked up the book again. "Besides, you have excellent taste. Sylvia Dayn knows how to write tension that'll keep you up all night. The way she builds the emotional connection between her characters is incredible." My eyes widened. "Who are you and what have you done with Liam Reynolds?” I asked. “You've read it?"

"I'm ready." The Ravenstone City event fills the bookstore beyond capacity, people sitting on the floor and standing in the aisles, and I see Daniel slip in at the back just before I start reading. I chose a passage about the moment I realized I'd disappeared, and my voice stays steady even though my hands shake slightly. When I finish, the applause is deafening, and the bookstore owner opens the floor for questions. Hands shoot up immediately, and I point to a young woman in the third row.

She uttered before shoving the other copy into her bag. “Lights that don’t flicker.” I read out the title of the book, groaning inside of me, considering that I’ve never been a fan of novels. I only read business contracts, manifestos, and newspapers when I’m bored, but most times it’s business contracts and documents belonging to a property I was buying. “This is a good read, trust me on this. You wouldn’t regret making this video.” “I hope so,” I replied and made the video, encouraging everyone to read her book.

"What are you reading? Besides the textbook." The change in subject threw me. "Um, I just finished The Stand by Stephen King." His eyes lit up. "The Stand? That's over a thousand pages. You actually finished it?" "I've read it three times," I admitted. "Three times?" He looked genuinely impressed. "Most people won't even read it once because of the length." "The length is part of the appeal," I said, feeling slightly more confident talking about books. "You get to live in that world for longer, get to know the characters so deeply. It's like being part of something bigger than yourself."

She had never expected the library to be this huge! Who built this? It was fabulous! Grabbing the first book that had it's name printed boldly on it. She read out loud. "Oath Bounded To A Mobster by Evelyn Mba." Turning around, she looked down at the other person that was curled up behind the door of the room reading as if his life depended on it. She had never seen a guy read like that? And it seemed interesting. Flipping the pages open, she began to read. "Damn! He did her bad there. She isn't the one at fault. If you want Tim go get him, rather than use her as a collateral!' She yelled, rolling her eyes.

He still puckered his lips and furrowed his eyebrows like he used to as a kid when he was focused on what he was doing. I chuckled, making him turn toward me. "Hey, sis. When did you get here? I didn't hear you walk in." he asks, making me roll my eyes as I smile foolishly. I kissed his cheek and sat next to him. "Just now. What are you reading?" I asked, making him clear his throat as he looked at the back of the book and showed me the cover. "Uh, Pound The Stone, by," "Joshua Medclaff," I said, feeling proud. "Good choice," I added, making him chuckle. "So you've read it?"