Novel & Cerita Reading Books To You

And they considered Kai enormously important. Kasey had appointed himself the reader. He arrived every afternoon with a book selected according to criteria he had not fully explained and read aloud in his measured voice while Kai lay against his pillows and listened with the concentrated attention he gave to things that interested him. The books were more advanced than anything most three-year-olds would follow. But Kai followed all of them.

But I'm starting to wonder if there is something else going on here. The rest of the day went by the same way as all the other days I've been here. Maids come walking inside and change in my bed, besides bringing new food. I get surprised when Alora has made them bring some books to the room as well. I was taught how to read, and Liana always made sure I got books to read if I wanted. I always enjoyed the times I got to read the books, even if it wasn't that often. In this room I have nothing else to do, and I'm happy to kill some time.

He looked completely absorbed, like nothing else in the world mattered except what his five-year-old son was telling him. Goddess, it made my chest hurt so fucking bad. “This is my favorite book,” Callum said, pulling a worn copy of a picture book we’d read a thousand times over from his bookshelf. “Mama reads it to me every night, but she does funny voices.” “Funny voices?” Isaac glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. I shrugged. “He’s very particular about the monster voices.” Callum climbed onto Isaac’s lap without hesitation, opening the book. “Will you read it to me, Daddy?”

I said sure. Now I'm on the other side of the store and he's on the opposite. I'm really starting to believe he's liking this whole book thing. He's been reading a lot of books recently. Usually, I tell him what they're about before he reads them or he just reads along with me, but today he's actually doing it on his own. I feel like a proud mom. Is that weird? I think it's weird. I'm a proud girlfriend. Better. I pick out two books and started looking for Ryder. I then bump into someone making me drop my coffee.

_DAISY POV<3 After lunch, everyone moved into the sitting room for dessert and small talk. I stood in a corner with one of Mama’s guests; her name is Raya, and she is very nice to me. We talked about things we liked and movies she’s watched. I told her about interesting books I’ve read, and she introduced me to an online reading app. She said I didn’t need to carry my books around; I could just d******d and read anytime I liked on my phone.

“And good morning to you, Little Miss Sunshine.” Lily grinned, hiding her face in Monica’s shoulder. The children trickled in one by one, some clutching stuffed animals, others still in their pyjamas. Monica settled onto the big braided rug in the children’s corner, Lily tucked in beside her. She opened a worn copy of Goodnight Moon and began reading, her voice lilting with warmth. Lily leaned against her, utterly absorbed. Monica had read a thousand books in her life, but reading to Lily felt different — as if every word was stitching together something that had been torn in both of them.

It was so sweet I felt my heart twitch. “Will you tell me more about her?” I asked when I felt sure I wouldn't cry again. “Like some happy memories. I know your childhood was shit, but you must have at least some happy memories of your mom.” “She loved books. When I was little, she would always read to me before I fell asleep. Not the usual fairytales, but poems and things like that. I was too little to understand any of it, but I liked listening to her as she read the words I didn’t even know existed. As I grew, I started reading myself, but she would still read me every time I was sick or got beaten. She would sit at the edge of my bed like an angel and read me those beautiful words.”

Reese said as he motioned to the monitor where Gigi was reading a spicy lesbian romance book to the sleeping babies. “Seriously? That’s what she reads to them?” “Don’t even.” Her dad warned. “I’ve seen the books that you’ve given Dean and put on her e-reader.” His daughter blushed slightly. “She’s practically an adult.” “And they have no idea what she’s saying. It’s the tone and the fact that she’s reading to them. When they’re awake, it’s classics and children’s stories.” “Fine.” Cheryl groaned.

she replied softly as she reached for one of Noah's beloved storybooks on the nearby shelf. Noah's face lit up with anticipation as he handed the chosen book to his mother. Irene settled into a comfortable position on the edge of his bed, the book held open before her. She began to read, her voice gentle and soothing, weaving a tale of adventure and wonder. As Irene's melodious voice filled the room, Noah's eyes grew heavy, but he fought to keep them open, not wanting to miss a word of the enchanting story. He clutched his favorite stuffed animal, a plush bear named Mr. Snuggles, to his chest.

She leaned against me, and I felt something new—like I wanted to protect her. “Will you read me a story? Daddy doesn’t do the voices right.” “Of course,” I said, seeing a little bookshelf in the corner. “Which one do you like most?” She jumped up and grabbed an old book about a princess who saves herself from a dragon. I read it out loud and made funny voices (even a loud, growly dragon). Mia snuggled closer as I read. By the end, her eyes were getting sleepy. “One more?” she asked in a tiny voice.