Text Books Novels & Stories

I sighed. I lay my baby in her crib. She was fast asleep which was a good thing. I walked to the shelf beside the bed and opened the lower drawer, I collected my books; a chemistry textbook and a jotter to read. I preferred textbooks to school notes because they brought deeper meanings to a subject and exposed various tricks to get your answers. I lay down on the floor with a blanket burying myself in. I managed to find my hands and started attacking organic chemistry.

Krystal took a deep breath as she walked into the bookstore, the place was packed with books, and she could smell them from the door. The bookstore in her Tycoon mall was opened but it contained books with universal knowledge and what she wanted was something that she could read and use at the moment. She walked towards the high school department where she picked textbooks from the first year till the third year. She was going to try from the beginning if she wanted to at least have good grades. Krystal took her time and picked textbooks that were highly recommended including some workbooks and stationery. She looked at the books she had picked and smiled.

She protested, "I read it for an entire afternoon, and I feel like I've learned a lot!" "Oh, did you?" He arched a brow doubtfully. "Textbooks love to go on and on about simple concepts. You'll be reading pages when something can be explained with a few sentences. I thought only average college students would fall victim to these textbooks; I didn't expect you to be affected too, Ms. Torrey." "You—" She clearly detected the mockery in his tone.

"Oh, if we went full name, we could go for Inhale Your Sperm. Reaching, maybe, but better than Flatty Tabby." "If I wanted to start a fight, toothpick, you'd already be-" "That's enough." I stood, interposing myself between the two. "What does she owe?" "World literature textbook, number 19-104. Raisin in the Sun 81. The Things They Carried 30. Frankenstein 0-75. Two copies of Beowulf, number 57 and one that's just three question marks." She glanced up contemptuously. "Did you return anything all year? There's more here."

“Because if that’s what I have to look forward to next year, I might just drop out now.” Knox finally looked up from whatever he was writing. “The books aren’t for me,” he said in that soft, even tone of his. “They’re for you.” I blinked. “What?” “For you,” he repeated, pushing one of the massive textbooks toward me. “If we’re going to fix your grades, you need to start with the fundamentals.” I stared at the book like it might bite me. “Knox, I can barely remember the lines in my jotter. You seriously expect me to read an entire textbook? This thing is like a thousand pages long!”

Prof said waiting for one of the students to speak up. Tehzeeb raise her hand "Go on. Tell me what you know about Meat" "Meat is a soft part of an animal body with the expectation of feace's and bone. Meat also comprises of skeletal muscles, Gastro-intestinal tract and Reproductive system" Tehzeeb answered "Good. That's was an excellent explanation. You know I recall when my grandmother will give us meat 😂😂 that's days were so sweet" he said laughing. He continues to talk about everything and nothing until the time was over before he left the class.

What he said really touched me though, but I didn't want to do as if his advice really helped. I took one more book and threw it on the other pile of books. I arranged it and walked to quiet corner of the library. "When you've taken all the English textbook books in the library, what's left for us to read" Tinashe's voice stopped me and slowly turned back. I didn't know what to say when someone came to my rescue. "All the textbooks she took are in varies, especially A-Z guide to English studies. It has more than one hundred and fifty copies in the library" Blake says.

Some parts of its spine were worn and the pages were yellowish. Larissa guessed that this might be the textbook Kevan used when he was in high school. She couldn't figure out why this particular book was the one left among other textbooks. She gently took the textbook out of the shelf. However, Larissa froze in place as soon as she flipped the cover.

I mumbled to myself. That is accurate. Why can't they have only one or two truly good textbooks instead of publishing three, four, or even more interesting ones? I chose one of them and noticed that it was about a conflict between good and bad fairies, so I promptly returned it. No, I'm not reading five hundred pages of fictional tension and three fairy blatant hunks squabbling for a freaking so usual Disney princess. Give me a werewolf or vampire story with some alpha males on it any day.

“It’s anything I have to read. This is maybe worse because the font is so small. I have a digital copy of the book, so I can enlarge the font, but I’m still having trouble.” I’m nearly certain now. “You don’t wear glasses or contacts, do you?” “No. It’s just reading. I’m bad at it.” Rising, I come around the table and take the seat next to him. I set my coffee aside, drawing his book toward me. The topic is economics, and the print is indeed small. There are few section headers, photos or diagrams, and the text goes on mostly uninterrupted in long paragraphs for several pages. The thin paper allows the text from the opposite side to show through and the glossy ink has a sheen that makes part