Novel & Cerita Sebutkan Hobi Seorang Kutu Buku

“I wasn’t brooding. I was reading.” “How do you do it? Reading hour after hour?” He gestures vaguely at the library around us. “It looks painful.” “Well, there’s really nothing else to do here.” “There are very expensive bottles of whiskey in the kitchen.” My brows furrow. “Is that your idea of a hobby?” “It’s a good time than this.” He nods at my book, dead serious. I can’t help the small laugh that escapes me. “Since you are so allergic to literature, what are you doing in the library?”

“If we go under lockdown mode, what will you do at home? Will you get bored?” Xin Ran had asked that question because she wasn’t sure what people of her age did other than playing with computers, smartphones or watching TV. She read books, but reading was such a subjective hobby. Some liked it and some did not. Whereas gaming and watching television was somewhat more popular, she analysed. She wasn’t into politics, so she didn’t read.

Noah glanced at her and sighed, "Not everyone has the same interests. I don't like cluttered spaces. Why would I add unnecessary things to my living space? And imagine the scare you can get from putting those posters on the wall. What if you wake up in the middle of the night and the things in the posters come alive?" "You have a wild imagination," Vivienne pointed out as she browsed through the books. As expected, most of these books were related to maths or programming languages. There were also some related to computer hardware. He was really a dedicated person when it came to his dream and there was never any doubt about this fact.

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

"So you've finally proven you're good at something besides pole dancing and swaying your hips." "I'm good at everything that crosses your mind, sir." A light laugh escaped me as I whisked the eggs into the vegetables and added the cheese. "Really? And what exactly are you skilled at besides dancing and swimming?" With a mischievous arch of his brow, he folded his arms and tossed his wicked question my way. At that moment, I probably looked like I was about to faint. I couldn't control my expression whenever his intentions made filthy images appear in my head. "Simple hobbies. Singing, writing, and reading books—usually philosophical ones. I'm also good at sewing and knitting."

“What about me?” “What do you do when you’re not working?” I opened my mouth, then closed it again. Kieran’s eyebrows lifted. “Interesting.” “Shut up.” “You mocked me.” “I have hobbies.” “Name one,” he challenged. “I read.” “What?” “Books.” “I understood that part,” he said, grinning. I kicked him lightly under the table. He looked delighted. “Mostly thrillers,” I admitted. “Medical stuff sometimes. Occasionally terrible romance novels.” “Terrible?” he asked.

"My name is Luca Giovanni. I deal drugs for a living. I'm the baddest in the game. Badder than all the drug lords you've seen in movies. I have a lot of powerful friends who are politicians and entrepreneurs and artists. I have a lot of hobbies that make me happy. I love doing yoga. I love doing drugs with my friends. I enjoy orgies with whòres. I also enjoy watching my enemies bleed to death after I'm done butchering them. But my favourite hobby is doing coke on a yacht with some sèxy model sucking my big dìck." I can bet on my life that this guy has the smallest dìck in the world. His small dìck energy tells me all I need to know about the package between his legs. "Hobbies!" He grins. "We

I agreed. "See, look how much I know you." He said excitedly. "Do you?" I asked. He replied with a simple yes. "So, what's my favorite food?" "Spaghetti." "Favorite color?" "Aside black, brown." My surprise was evident. I could even feel it. Yet I asked more. "My favorite snack?" "Cakes." "Sports?" "Hockey." "Oh wow!" I exclaimed. "Hobby?" "Reading." "You've stalked the shit out of me. It's creepy." I confessed.

Anna asked, confused. Means what is your hobbies, first tell me..." "Hobbies!?" Anna became excited: "My hobbies...I like to read novels...romantic ones." She blushed. "Is it? My Anna is Dark Horse." Grandma, look, no teasing, or else I won’t tell you!" "Okay, dear, now tell me more..." "And I do a little bit of painting... I am more interested in writing and reading." Anna revealed. "Ok, dear, then why didn't you do anything in English literature?" asked Grandma.

she said. “Well, it turns out that I am,” I replied. She got to where I was seated and her eyes went to the title at the top of the page. “It's an interesting read,” she commented. “I take it you've read this book already,” I said. She nodded. “Apart from baking, reading is the other best thing I love to do. At least for a moment, I am lost in another world.” I regarded her with fresh interest. “I'll be right back,” she said walking towards the shelves.