Novel & Cerita Ready To Read Books

(Bakersville Elementary, 1999) *** “It’s reading time!” Miss Phoebe said, and all the kids groaned in disapproval. All of them except Emily and Gabriel. This was their favorite time of the week. They got to sit quietly for one hour and read as many books as they liked.

Ugh, let's leave it all to miny moe! I clutched hard on the wheels and closed my eyes tightly as I started to sing in a whisper while pointing the screen with my finger. "Eeny meeny miny moe, which of the two should I go...for??" My hands started to shake as I felt a cold sweat dripping down on my forehead. I gulped and opened my eyes slowly, my eyes opening wide in nervousness before calming as I read the word that I had pointed with my finger. "Automatic."

When I bought the bookshelf, she said it wouldn't be enough. So, I prepared a special room in our new home. A reading room specifically for storing all of Anya's book collections, as well as mine. And in the future, it will grow with the addition of many books for Baby. I really hope Anya will be the one to choose reading materials for our child. I'm sure she'll be excellent at it. Back to Anya's book. The ones she reads frequently tend to be a bit worn out, with lots of folds and scribbles indicating parts of the text she likes. Like the pink-marked page in the book "Aroma Karsa."

“Mommy has to read a story.” I smiled faintly. “You’re still excited to read a story, even though you were sleepy earlier?” “Of course. Just one story.” Noah raised a finger, his face very serious. Liam chuckled. “Just one short story, okay? You have school tomorrow.” Noah nodded quickly. “Okay.” I took a thin book from the nightstand, his favorite animal picture book. I opened it to the first page and began reading softly. Noah rested his head on my shoulder, his eyes half-closed, but his lips still smiling.

she giggles as she watches all the titles start downloading onto the device. "Do you have a system to figure out what kind of book you're in the mood for?" I ask with a small cheeky smirk. She tilts her head up and laughs a little before she answers. "Sort of, if I'm in a certain mood then I'll start a certain kind of book. Like, if I'm nervous or sad or anxious I'll read a book that I know I like because I know how it ends. But if I feel good I read a new one, so I'll read a new one" She explains matter of factly before she turns her attention back to the device and scans through the nine new ones she hasn't read before.

She opened the first book then she proceeds to pronounce the letters one by one. She patiently repeat each sound until I get it. She praise me and gives me rewards whenever I got the sound of the letter she points at right. "I promise on my triple chocolate fudge cookies. You will relearn how to read in no time." I nodded at mommy Ella eagerly. The library door opened, Jamison and Parker entered running. "We are home mother!" Jamison shouts. Parker and Jamison, both hug and kiss our cheeks in greeting. "Watcha doing?" Jamison plop beside me.

“Can you at least tell us what they say?” He shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Another thing you need to work out. I can, however give you this.” He gave me one of the books on his desk. I opened it. There were pictures in it. An apple on the first page, a ball on the second, a cat on the third... a basic kid’s learn to read book. “We don’t have time to learn your language now. Just read them for us.” Grayson shook his head. “That’s not how it works.”

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

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she said, “is that tomorrow morning we are heading to the library.” “The library?” I repeated. “Yes. So I can properly show you how things work here. Because you need to read. A lot. Like a whole syllabus of ‘Welcome To This Crazy New World’ books.” She tossed a pillow at me. “And you’re reading every single one because right now you’re walking around like a baby deer on ice.” I caught the pillow, barely. “I don’t want to read,” I groaned. “I don’t care,” she said. “You’re reading.”