Reading Is Hard Novels & Stories

he couldn’t help but add, “I don’t want to discourage her from reading in general.” Mrs. Gentry scribbled a note on the paper in front of her. “Certainly not. I know how much of a struggle it can be to get kids to read these days, especially with phones and the Internet and TV distracting them. Books are boring, they tell me. It’s a pleasure to see Emma remaining interested in reading.”

He coughed. “What did you say?” I glared at him, daring him to repeat his words. “Sorry, I coughed during that. I called you a dweeb.” “I am not a dweeb!” I yelled, outraged beyond belief. “You like reading? Really? That's the best thing you can come up with?” “What's wrong with reading?” I mumbled, utterly baffled. “Look around you dumbo, we're in school. We have to like reading.” “You're an idiot.”

I might have to call him and cancel tomorrow. River is still not feeling well and I don’t want to stress her more than she already is. I walk into the room and she is sitting on the bed reading her materials for her finals. She looks so sexy wearing my clothes and my reading glasses. She kept forcing her eyes until she tried my reading glasses and that was it. I already ordered another pair for me as I am blind as I can be when it comes to reading. Without my glasses, I really struggle. What can I say? My dyslexia doesn’t help either.

I buried all of it deep inside and never let a trace of it show. When our first research project wrapped up, Anya offered to take me out to dinner. “There’s an old Rosavian saying, fortune favors the bold. So, will you have dinner with me?” Her awkward use of the expression made me laugh. “That’s not quite how the saying works.” Anya scratched her head, then looped her arm through mine. “Then you can teach me, Leigh. You can explain it over dinner.” When we arrived, I realized she had brought me to a cozy little restaurant that specialized in classic comfort food.

🌧️Struggle and hardship don’t weaken this story—they give it grounding, a texture that makes every soft moment even more earned. It doesn't have to be dramatic or loud. It can show up in small ways: creative doubt, emotional exhaustion, the ache of misunderstanding, or the weight of choosing to remain after pain.

And watching Caleb trying to steer his way around the ticking timebomb that was his mate and wife was like a comedy show in itself. But additional paperwork was such a drag. After so long, numbers began to blend into one another. And I am sure they began to move about the page too. And as for having to read, words began to switch and not make any sense, or they simply stopped sinking into my mind. It was usually at that point I knew I was done for and that no work was happening. Coffee was the only thing fueling me. But even that was beginning to fail me.

That Saturday morning she was pushing me to my limit because I’d heard the same riff all week long. Another thing is, she hates books. Hates me reading them so much, too. Now, she don’t hate school learning, else she wouldn’t have been so hard on the kids, driving them so hard they got the highest marks in their classes and got scholarships for college. No, what she can’t stand is the idea of reading for pleasure. She never took to school herself. Quit at age sixteen. And though she made our children attend school and college so they could someday have better lives than us, she didn’t cotton to the idea of a grown man sitting around for even ten minutes reading something for enjoyment.

Why? Love is hard….Loving is harder but not loving is hardest because it breaks you from inside, making you suffocate in the hollowness of the empty heart. It's like jumping into an ocean. You should keep swimming till you reach the shore because once you stop, you’ll be drowned into the deepest parts of the ocean or gets eaten by ocean monsters. Even if you’re tired, you just have to keep going to survive and Klara Roselli is currently living the hardest phase of her life.

Jace who hadn’t been doing anything said and I smiled but my smile dropped when I saw the book he was holding. Leah’s sorry! Fuck, I forgot I was reading it before I went out of my room. I rushed to him and snatched the diary from his hand which startled him. “What? I didn’t do anything. I was just holding it! I don’t even know how to read.” My eyes widened at his words. “You don’t know how to read?” How can a grown person not know how to read? “Yeah, I don’t. I have severe dyslexia so I can’t read written words.”

"To read? Or to hide away from the world but you don't have a clue how to feel?" Eva hated when her mother knew exactly what was going on with her. Even Eva didn't understand how she felt but Misty? Misty could read Eva like an open book. For Eva trying to understand herself and her feelings was like reading the first sentence in a paragraph and having to re-reading the sentence because you weren't paying attention the first time. So you just end up in a cycle of reading the same sentence which then discourages you from finishing the book.