Reading Challenge Book Novels & Stories

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

Lila shook her head at me in pity, still roaming her eyes around the novel she was reading. "Are you even listening to me?" I snapped. She raised her head from the novel. "Of course, why not?" "As far as I remember, you've been reading that damn novel since I've been talking to you. What do people enjoy reading words?" "Because it's awesome." "How? You can rather watch a movie than read books." I slapped the book out of her hand. "This book… Alpha's Check Mate by Amaury, it's awesome. You really should read her books. Some people prefer reading books than watching movies." She rolled her eyes and picked the book from the floor.

“Alright then. A double literacy test in June. That should look good on the scholarship page.” Mr. Penn grabbed one of the books from my pile I had pulled out form my library. “You will read and recite this book as part of your midterm.” “That’s crazy!” “So you can’t do it?” I glared at him, frowning. This book was written in a series of letters. It wasn’t easy. Especially since this wasn’t translated into German. It was originally written in German. In 1774 no less. Even reading English from 1700’s was very different.

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.

I haven’t heard of any of them. How did Justus learn to read? Can everyone in Last Pack? I was always told that they can’t. I flip through the book with the sun on the front. The font is small, and the paragraphs are long. I skim the first page, but none of it sticks. My eyes slide along the words like they’re buttered. I’m about to put it back when someone whistles outside the den. My fingers fumble, and the book falls, wide open and face down.

"I don't quite know how to say this to you. But I would rather you read the shortest possible book, as Emily did, rather than rely on plot summaries to pretend you read something you didn't read." Jane stared at her. "But I did read A Tale of Two Cities." "Did you, Jane?" Ms. Reeds' smile was horrible now. "Am I supposed to believe you read over four hundred pages in two weeks? A girl whose last book was a sixth-grade reading level?" "Lucy reads long books." What else could Jane say? She had no proof that she had read the book. Was she supposed to have made a videotape of all the dozens of hours she had spent reading it?

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?"

"Are you ready for today?" "Yes! What book are we reading today?" I show her the book I picked out. “ We are reading Little Rabbit!” I say in excitement Brenda claps her hands and runs to the reading circle of children who have started coming in The rest of the children trickle in over the next few minutes. In comes Matthew the boy with ginger hair and for missing front teeth. Then Agatha, the troublemaker. Kelvin, the little child who is so hyperactive. They are also different but I love them and their own way

It was less bitter than the last. She sat at her desk. Looked at the book Clara had given her. The cover was worn. The pages were marked. She'd been reading it for weeks. She opened it. Read the first page. The words didn't blur. She read the second page. Then the third. Her phone buzzed. Idris: What are you doing? She typed: Reading. The book? The book. Do you understand it yet? She looked at the page. The words were clear. The sentences made sense. The ideas still felt distant, but they weren't impossible anymore.

She wasn’t the kind to dart ahead like other kids. No, Myra moved slowly, her eyes tracing each shelf as though the books might lean down and whisper secrets meant just for her. I could already picture it—the way her lips would part when she found a story she liked, her quiet murmur as she read, as if every word was a drop of honey she had to savor before setting it free. We’d chosen three books, two nature guides and a brightly illustrated story about forest foxes. Suddenly her steps slowed. Her fingers loosened in mine.