Reading Book For Beginners Novels & Stories

“Sure, I’ll read it. But then we eat breakfast, okay?” “Okay,” Bella said, wiggling sideways to press into my side. My smile broadened, and I flipped to the front of the book. “The Very Hungry Caterpillar,” I began. “In the light of the moon a little egg laid on a leaf…” A I B , I took her downstairs to get breakfast ready. As I rounded the bottom of the steps, I realized there was someone sitting at the table and startled so violently I almost dropped Bella.

Outside, I could hear the faint sound of rain beginning to fall against the library roof. For a while, we didn’t speak. We just read. I traced my finger under each word, making sure I didn’t miss anything. Reading still wasn’t something that came easily to me, not until Ryker had taken the time to teach me. It had started with simple things: labels, short notes, the occasional page from a children’s book. Then longer sentences, then paragraphs. Now here I was, poring over dense, looping handwriting from a book that looked like it had survived two centuries.

This was going to be a long session. * * * “You're reading too hard,” I say, reaching over to drag the book closer. “Stop trying to memorize every word. Read like you're listening to someone talk to you.” “That sounds easy.” “It’s not. But it’s how people who read a lot remember things. Here—” I flip a page. “Skim the first two paragraphs, then tell me what it’s about in two lines.” She hesitates, then bends over the page. Her lips move silently as she scans. Her brows pinch together, then smooth. A few seconds later, she looks up.

When I glanced back, Nolan was closer, holding something out to me… a book. Slim, worn, and its cover plain but it looked well-kept. I blinked at it, then at him. “What… is this?” “You want to learn, don’t you?” He asked with a small smirk, his tone steady and matter-of-fact, like it wasn’t even a question. “Start with this. It’s easy language and simple sentences. I’ll help you learn, if you’re serious.” For a moment, I just stared at him, dumbstruck.

“Only if you read it out loud.” I raised a brow. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “I like your voice. And I like the way your mouth moves when you’re focused.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated anyway. I reached over, grabbed the worn novel, and settled back on his chest. He rested one hand on my thigh and the other behind his head, looking completely at peace. I flipped to the first page and started reading. It was a story where a girl leaving a town that no longer felt like home, finding herself in unfamiliar places, learning how to build something new from all the pieces that used to hurt.

It had that faint smell of old books and a little dust mixed with it, and just right now, the smell of my future. I smiled to myself and found a book for beginners because I needed to remind myself of something I had forgotten for years. Chemistry for Beginners. I took it from the shelf, sat down, opened it, and went into it. I read slowly at first, trying to remember things I had completely forgotten. Some of it looked familiar, while some of it felt like I was seeing it for the first time. But I didn't care; I was going to learn it and pass. I smiled at that thought and continued reading until Angela came to find me.

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It helped her get more relaxed and so she could absorb the lessons easily into her brain, into her subconscious. She started off with Algebra, followed by Humanity, English, Science and lastly, World History. Upon picking up the book of “The Pharaohs of Ancient Egypt,” she felt a vibration—it was almost electric. The book seemed to quiver at her touch, or so she thought. She immediately put it down, afraid to touch it. Her heart was beating so fast. After some minutes of staring at the book, she took a deep breath and touched the said book again. It did not shake this time, so she thought she might just have an illusion on that feeling. Hence, she started reading where their class left off.

She replied, shrugging and moved her attention to her book. “King? Palace? Do you even know what you are talking?” I asked her shaking my head and walked near to the cupboard for the first aid box. “It is nothing! I started reading some pregnancy books and saw that after a few months, I have to read some good children’s stories for the baby when it is in the womb itself. I was never a fan of them, so I am trying to read them now to get used to them.” She explained and sighed at the end.