Reading Together Books Novels & Stories

With books, time finally wasn't so unbearable. Leaning against the bedhead and flipping through the pages, Lin Yilan read the beautiful chapters word by word. It had been a long time since she had touched such delightful books, and now, picking them up again, the attraction had an added layer.

Yuna found herself scooting over to Sun and reading the same pages that she was reading. After a good 30 minutes of reading the book together, Sun finally realized that someone was breathing over her neck. She turned around and saw that Yuna was reading the same book. She instantly shut the book and turned away. Yuna admitted, “Hey, I was reading it too. Let’s read it together.”

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.

He talked about his work, the community center and the organizations connected to it, the specific people and situations that filled his weeks, with the animated engagement of someone who had found exactly the work they were supposed to be doing and was glad every day about that. He sat with Lyanna in the library on the evenings she was in there, reading his own things, which he did at a slower pace than she did with considerably more pausing to think about what he'd read, and occasionally they discussed what each of them was reading in the comfortable way of people who had grown up with books in the same house and developed, over years, a private vocabulary for talking about them.

Curiosity spread through the room as everyone gathered around. Daniel carefully opened the first box. Inside were dozens of children’s books. The second contained handwritten bookmarks decorated by students from every class that had participated during the reading week. One by one the volunteers lifted them from the box. “Thank you for reading with me.” “Please visit again.” “My favorite dragon was the grumpy one.” “Books are better when someone reads them out loud.” Emily held up a bookmark covered with bright yellow stars. “This one is beautiful.” Oliver pointed to another.

“Please tell me you actually read the chapters we agreed on.” “I did.” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “You’re lying.” “I’m not.” “You paused before answering.” I rolled my eyes while walking back toward the table. “Sit down and stop stressing me.” Chloe smiled before joining me on the rug near the table. She immediately started bringing out books and highlighters from her bag. “For the record, Kyle texted me earlier,” she said. “He still insists on reading with Emily.” “Of course he does,” I muttered.

"That the people who stay are the ones who were supposed to." He looked at the book. "Not the ones who were convenient. Not the ones who were merely suitable." He looked back at her. "The ones who were supposed to." She sat with that for a long moment. Then: "Read it to me." He looked at her. "It's a children's book." "I know," she said. "Read it to me." Something moved in his expression. "All right," he said. He opened the book. He read it in twenty minutes—the whole of it, slowly, in the kitchen with the September evening at the windows and the south garden doing its seasonal work and the house quiet around them in the way it was quiet on Friday evenings when it was simply being held by th

Bella repeated shyly. "Haha.." Alec pinched Bella's cheek in exasperation. "You misunderstood me, Bella. I also read books, I like reading comics.” Alec reached for the books on one shelf. Bella likes reading novels, while Alec likes reading comics. The taste is quite different. "Comic is enough to see, no need to read right?" Tease Bella again. Alec laughed again. "Of course, I keep reading." This bookstore has a reading room as well as a cafe. For today Bella plans to spend time at the bookstore, they will also have lunch at the cafe inside the bookstore. Bella and Alec took their place to spend time reading each other's books of choice.

he says smiling back at me, I asked him if he needed any help. "No, I'm just here to read, if you're not busy you're welcome to join me," he says inviting me to sit next to him in the reading area, there wasn't much of a crowd giving me a chance to sit down with him. "Let's go sit then," he says picking a story, it wasn't the same one he was reading as before, this was more like babies' stories I get my snacks from my bag and came back to sit down with him. At first, my adult self was wondering why he chose a Childers book but little me didn't care. I let him read the story with me right next to him. I was so entranced with the story until I felt something warm go down my princess area, I kn

A visual chronicle of their life together. A life I wasn't part of. "This is my favorite book," Liam said, pulling a worn copy of "The Giving Tree" from his shelf. "Mommy reads it to me every night. Do you know it?" "I do." My mother had read it to me countless times. "It's sad," Liam said seriously. "But good-sad. You know?" "I know exactly what you mean." He climbed onto his bed, patting the space beside him. "Will you read it to me?"