Reading Books To You Novels & Stories

You can read the book for curiosity's sake but not reading the book will not disturb the flow of the story so enjoy ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The woman near the window leans over her book so far her necklace dangles against the page. I head straight to the shelves. My fingers trace spines I already know, titles I’ve read before. After finding a book randomly for myself, I stop when I find the kids’ section. Rose. Her face flashes in my head, the way she sits with her legs tucked under her, pretending to read on her own before nudging me to take over. Reading together is our thing. Always has been. She listens with her whole face, eyes wide, lips parted like the words might escape if she doesn’t hold them inside.

I wish I had enough money for a phone and cordless headphones because it would be nice to fill some of this time with audio books. Maddie and I visit the public library every single Saturday morning. We check out the maximum number of books that we’re allowed, and we finish most of them before the next visit. We are both speed readers and enjoy learning as much as we can on almost any subject. But I can’t read on the job, so despite the library having free books on audio, most of my day is spent in silence.

"I don't read. Carolynn read to me but said I didn't deserve to touch the book." Placing the box on the counter, he took her hand. "What did she read to you?" "God's book." He could barely hear her voice but the scent of her distress didn't diminish. "Reading lessons will be added to your daily activities. I know my dad keeps some of my favorite childhood books here at the cabin and I'll gladly read them to you. Come with me." His voice had changed from that of a commanding alpha to the tone of a playful boy.

“She’s ready. She’s just torturing me on purpose. She’s already your daughter.” He chuckles low. “Fair.” He reaches for the book on the coffee table. It’s old, leather-bound, the pages yellowed. Russian poetry. Pushkin, Akhmatova, some Tsvetaeva. He’s been reading it to my belly every evening for the last two weeks. Says it’s tradition, his mom used to read poetry to him when he was little, in Russian, and he wants Sandra to hear it too. Before she’s even born. He opens to a marked page. Clears his throat.

I couldn't deny that I quite liked his laugh. "Give it a try. It's a book for three to four-year-old kids, it'll work. The words that might be difficult for them can be worked on with exercises and activities like the ones you used before the reading... By the way, you're excellent at that," he said warmly. "Thank you..." "Do you spend a lot of time reading to children? You're really good at it..." "I've been doing it for almost four years with different groups," I admitted with a smile. "It's something I enjoy doing."

Ella POV. I fell asleep between them drinking my warm milk, I was never this warm or full in so long. I woke up still in their arms, I loved that daddy read me to sleep, I love stories, books, and he's the best story reader ever, he did the voices and everything.

I ask curiously as I pick it up and hold it delicately in my fingers. "It's a recording, of me reading the entire book of Pride and Prejudice out loud" He explains with a wide grin. "I just figured that since it's your comfort book and there comes a time where I'm not there with you when you need me, maybe it would be something you'd want to listen to" His words make my eyes start to well up with tears. Rhode's voice has brought me so much comfort the past few years, hearing him talking is enough to soothe almost any anxiety that I have. I've asked him many times to read aloud to me if I'm having a rough time or I can't sleep and he's always done it without complaint or hesitation. But if he

I just thought in my mind that if I am really with her how much happy she could be because if sitting with her makes her that happy. She then told me that she really really missed me, and I told her "I am right here in front of you, why are you missing me?", and she told me "Yaar, I am stilling missing you, this is very awkward", and I told her that "Don't worry I am here with you always!", we just sat there and talked all the time. I told her that I used to write notes about how I felt each day and she asked me if she could read them, and I made her read one of the note that I wrote on the day of the COA exam, and she was really overwhelmed after reading that, she even said "I love you" and

"It's great that you're here. Do you mind if I read this book to you? I don't know what's come over me these days all I see is—" "I would love to hear you read me to sleep, Timothy."