Reading And Research Novels & Stories

We stayed home. She was reading at her end of the sofa. Not the Utrecht paper — that was weekday work. This was something she had picked up in the bookshop on Carver Street the previous week, a novel, which she did not read quickly because she read everything with the same attention she gave to research materials and novels were, she said, more demanding than research in certain respects because the thing you were looking for was not always announced. I was reviewing a Q1 file that did not need reviewing tonight but which was there.

The warmth from her tea spread through her fingers, a small comfort against the chill outside. He slid into the armchair opposite her, setting his mug down with a soft clink. The scent of dark roast coffee mingled with the faint, sweet aroma of her Earl Grey. He didn’t immediately launch into conversation, simply settled in, opening his textbook to a marked page. The quiet companionship felt natural, a comfortable hum in the background of her thoughts. “How’s the research coming along?” she asked after a moment, breaking the comfortable silence. He leaned back, stretching his long legs out. “It’s… a beast. But a fascinating one. We’re delving into the historical interpretations of ancient te

He clenched his teeth and looked at the paper faster with each line. “These are research files,” he said slowly. His voice stayed calm, but his shoulders tensed. “Medical studies, cognitive trials, neurological mapping.” He flipped another page, then another, the silence growing heavier with each turn. I looked at their faces instead of the papers. Adrian pressed his brows together and made a hard face. Leo's hands were curled into fists. His leg moved once before he stopped it. Nathan read on, his mind clear and cold. “Our mother’s name is here,” I said.

Felicia looked at the computer screen in front of her that was connected to a microscope. Jayden nodded. During this histopathological research, they read a lot of books and journals related to their research. The results are not much different from the journals they read, so that later they just have to compare and find the possible causes of damage using reference books and journals. "It's finished. The photos are clear, the colors too." Felicia nodded. "Then we just have to make discussions." "Finally. All that's left is guidance." Jayden instead leaned his head on Felicia's shoulder.

Tuesday was meeting-free, which meant I got him to myself. Scratch that. It just meant he was available for questions about my research. That’s all. Tuesday was good. By Wednesday, my eyes were burning from reading about bodily fluids and athletic positions that required engineering degrees. So I’d brought actual recreational reading – the kind with swoony romance and emotional devastation instead of clinical diagrams.

There was a research report regarding the medical institution treating patients with memory loss attached in the email. Rosalie read through it carefully, not missing any figure or even punctuation in the document. However, it was a technical document filled with medical jargon that she didn’t understand. She had to search it up online to understand the information presented.

It was as if being the Speedy Reader of the class when I was in preparatory school was not enough because I still couldn't completely digest what this letter contains for me. "Okay, Candice, one more time." I convinced myself. "Your research about telomeres was one of the best researches in the 2019 Research Colloquium, you were given an award for that, and this shouldn't be a surprise for you!" I sighed. My brows furrowed at my brain for being completely disobliging of my current dilemma.

I grabbed my reports and went to the table and dropped it on the table, preparing myself for the mental menial task ahead. I had a stack of them, the documentation that Dr. Henare's team had sent over in advance of our visit, and I had already read most of them twice on the drive over but there were sections I wanted to go through again now that I had met the faces behind the research. Reading work differently when you have sat across from the person who produced it, when you have heard them talk and use their hands while explaining and a light lit up in their eyes. The room was quiet in a comfortable way.

Silas leaned back in his desk chair and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms. His hands felt gritty and dry and no wonder, the amount of time he'd spent looking at the damn screen this afternoon. Normally, he'd assign this kind of research to someone who did it as part of their job, but it was important that he read every bit of the information himself to pick up any nuances. So many times you had to read between the lines.

I twisted my mouth in frustration and nodded slowly, exhaling heavily as I leaned back in my chair. "But," he added, drawing my attention back to him. "But what?" I prompted eagerly. "As a research student, you can access all the information regarding this case if you choose this case as your research subject," he informed me, reigniting my interest. My eyes widened with excitement. "Really?" I asked, leaning forward eagerly. He nodded affirmatively. "Yes, but only for educational purposes. You'll need written approval to conduct this research, and I can help you obtain it," he explained.