Novel & Cerita Sebutkan Hobi Seorang Kutu Buku

“Anything. Hobbies. Favorite food. Embarrassing childhood stories. Whatever you want to share.” I wrap my hands around my latte, using the warmth to steady myself. “I don't really have hobbies. School keeps me pretty busy.” “There has to be something. Everyone has something they do when they're not drowning in textbooks.” “I read,” I offer. “Romance novels, mostly. The kind with happy endings that feel impossible in real life.” “Escapism.” “Is that bad?” “No. It's human.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “We all need to escape sometimes. My escape is hockey. On the ice, everything else disappears. It's just movement and strategy and the game.”

I admitted, fiddling with my crutches. He leaned back slightly, eyes patient and with a slight smile on his face. “Start anywhere. Just… something.” I took a breath. “I like books. Music. I can’t sit still when there’s work to be done, even if it kills me sometimes.” I forced a small laugh. “I love sweet stuff like you've seen from today, I like to watch old TV shows. For some reason, I don't think the ones they released today are doing any justice… I’m a little messy. Okay, a lot messy.” I rambled on

Isabella Monroe “I discovered a fifth hobby of yours.” Sebastian sat across from me, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Five hobbies in one week? Damn, you’re impressive.” A fork spun lazily between my fingers while I tilted my lips in mock amusement. “Want me to list your special hobbies too, Professor?” His head dipped in a quiet nod, attention still fixed on his plate. “Drawing. Sculpting. Reading.” He took another bite, brows drawn together in concentration before answering seriously.

I gushed, thrilled to find someone who shared my enthusiasm. "I thought I was the only reader still waiting," he joked. "Definitely not!" I said, eager to have a novel discussion. I love a good novel “Wow, you didn't exactly strike me as a horror fan," Andrew said with a smirk. "Neither did you strike me as someone who read books," I countered playfully. "What do you mean?" he chuckled. "Well, most guys prefer to watch movies rather than read books," I explained. "They consider it boring." I continued

I smile as he bounces over to me. “I guess you can read to help you sleep, but what you read has a lot to do with it. Most people find it hard to put a good book down, after all,” he says with a wink. “What are your interests?” There is no way I’m telling this happy-go-lucky man that my only hobby is locating a good lay. “I’m not sure. I’m a workaholic who deals in business investments. I don’t watch a whole lot of television, unless you include the news,” I reply, looking over the shelves to the right of me.

As we waited for our food to arrive, Adrian suddenly spoke up, "I like to read." I turned to look at him, surprised, "Oh?" He nodded, "You asked what I liked to do in my free time. I read. Or workout," he told me. I nodded in understanding. "What kind of books do you like to read?" I asked him, curious about his preference for literature. "Thrillers, mysteries, that kind of stuff," he replied, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I love a good mystery," I said, my mind wandering to the countless books I had read in that genre, "I never would have pegged you for a fiction guy."

I look towards the others and waited for their answers as well. “Flying.” Said Codex. “Fishing,” said Satu. “Hunting,” said Landon. “Fireworks,” said Drac. I knew that he liked to blow things up from summer camp when we were fifteen, but I didn’t think that he still liked doing it. “And my hobby is reading.” I tell them.

"Oh really? Well, what do you do for fun in your spare time?" "I sew. I made all the drapes for this house." "Boring. I said for fun." "I cook." "Chore." Hmm, she probably shouldn't mention she stripped and varnished the old dining room set she bought at a garage sale. What did she do for fun? "Don't tell me you don't have a hobby that's pure pleasure? Reading?" "I read." Hot and dirty contemporary romances of normal people falling in love. "That's better. What about active stuff? Do you run? Like to take walks? Skinny dip in the moonlight?"

It's too late". * Did I mention that I'm a devoted reader? No? Perhaps this is one of the explanations for why I "found" myself in writing, even though I am passionate about numbers. I love reading, everything, especially novels and science fiction. But this is not a passion understood by everyone, and in a discussion with a co-worker, this text came up. He hates books and I've thought him a bit psycho ever since. Letter to the insane (by books) "There are people who will never understand. And as they say nowadays, in a fad, "it's okay" because, in fact, no one is obliged. Neither to understand nor to like. I'm talking about these crazy people, in love with books.

Learn how to hide and protect yourselves, you idiots. I kept on flipping the book, finding something that seems so interesting. I love reading so maybe I can just read for now even if it'll just end up worthless. I have nothing to do anyway. I'll just continue my hunt to that bastard the moment the sun rises tomorrow. I really love reading books about history and maybe this will help me with my boredom and give me a lot of energy for my battle tomorrow. I read some pages till my eyes landed on an illustration which seems to be erased now if I'll touch it. It has something written in it but it's already blurry. It's visible how many years it has already passed.