The Books I Read Novels & Stories

Diana The gentle rustle of pages fills the air as I lose myself in yet another book. Over the past few days, I've discovered a newfound love for reading, devouring the volumes Dominicus gifted me with an insatiable appetite for knowledge. Who would have thought that I, once barely literate, would find such joy in the written word?

“You can look around, you know. You don’t have to sit there like you’re waiting to be interrogated.” I hesitated, then stood up slowly, my back protesting a little as I straightened. I moved toward the shelves lining the far wall, running my fingers lightly along the spines of the books without pulling anything out at first. There were more books there than I expected, not just business and economics like I assumed, but novels too, old hardcovers and newer paperbacks mixed together in a way that felt oddly personal. “I didn’t peg you as a reader,” I said over my shoulder.

OLIVIA’S POV The library had become my favorite room in the house. That surprised me. I had expected to feel like a guest in every room, moving carefully through spaces that did not belong to me. But there was something about a room full of books that felt neutral. Like books did not care who owned the house. They just waited for whoever needed them. I spent the morning running my fingers along the shelves looking for something I had not already read. Most of the titles were familiar. Business. Law. Architecture. A long row of biographies of men who had built things. Very Jaden, all of it.

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the girl observed, knowing that while everyone had their sports preferences, they shared a great passion for literature. "No way!" The older man doubted. "Young people are interested in the old and good literature still?" "My grandfather has a large library at home, and fortunately, he made my cousin and me read several classic works, and I ended up liking some of them a lot. I've read Great Expectations more than once... and also Oliver Twist. I didn't like Bleak House that much, not to say that I love everything I've read from him, but, on the other hand, probably The Old Curiosity Shop is the book I've read the most times in my life."

She uttered before shoving the other copy into her bag. “Lights that don’t flicker.” I read out the title of the book, groaning inside of me, considering that I’ve never been a fan of novels. I only read business contracts, manifestos, and newspapers when I’m bored, but most times it’s business contracts and documents belonging to a property I was buying. “This is a good read, trust me on this. You wouldn’t regret making this video.” “I hope so,” I replied and made the video, encouraging everyone to read her book.

Luxiana Sommeris Work had been exhausting, but I felt a quiet satisfaction at the end of the day. A steady stream of students and middle-aged readers had come to the library, eagerly searching for books to immerse themselves in. I’d always assumed that technology would take over even the simple joy of reading. With ebooks and online platforms offering instant access to stories—often for just a handful of coins—it seemed inevitable. Yet, seeing people choose the weight of a book in their hands, cherishing the earthy smell of its pages, and savoring the anticipation of flipping to the next chapter made me undeniably happy.

I walk towards my mini-library I have in my room and I bring out a book, it's been a while since I got lost in one of these fantasies. I take one out, I use my hand to trace the Braille, this was my favourite book. The Princess Diaries, I remember always reading this, I made my father read it to me when I was little as well, I remember Pretty Little Liars, I overheard someone talking about it, and when I joined in their convo, they were talking about the movie, I only read the book, funny how most people don't know that most of these movies and series were based on books, and yes these books are re written in Braille so blind people like myself can also read it.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, but I was a better actor than I thought. "What do you read?" "Um," I frowned, thinking quickly. "I'm in the mid-dle of a book called Christine right now. I circle different authors, and when I find ones I like, I go through the backlist, but not all at once, and I'm back on Stephen King for now. After that one, I'll read Carrie and The Shining, then find something else to read."

So I pasted a friendly smile on my face and spoke to her. "We have both fiction and nonfiction books, and there are a lot of genres under each. We have romance, fantasy, horror, sci-fi and the likes under fiction and we also have self help, motivation, religious, educational books and such under non fiction, so please feel free to explore." My voice was professional. "Um...what books do you like?Personally?" It took everything in me not to show my frustration. "I'm not picky with books."