روايات وقصص ضمن The Books I Read

Nothing beat that feeling of reading a French book. I wasn’t much of a reader. I got bored easily. But if I had to choose between books and movies, I would pick books. At least books let me imagine things my own way. I walked into a small bookstore near the hotel. The bell above the door rang softly. “Bonjour,” the woman behind the counter smiled. “Hi,” I smiled back awkwardly. I walked around slowly, running my fingers over the spines of the books. Romance. Crime. Fantasy. Self-help. I picked up three random ones. All about love.

A Dream House (Continuation) I sat on the beige colored tiled floor of the living room. And I looked around me, the ceilings are neatly painted white, while the walls are covered with medium toned brown wallpapers. I opened another box. From the box I pulled out lots of books, maybe fifty to seventy of them. The books come in different forms, big and small, thin and thick. Our book collection includes about twenty five of Mallory’s bedtime story books, a New King James bible version, a children’s bible, and there is one of my favorite books; Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, also my favorite novels from Mitch Albom; Tuesday with Morrie and Five People You Meet in Heave

I need great sets of eyes to evaluate it" "I'm sure we will have enough time to" i replied, denying his offer. I so much wanted to see it now, but i don't trust both of us alone in his mansion. If he wasn't dissapointed, he didn't let it show. "What sort of books do you read" He inquired I smiled sheepishly. “I like women’s fiction and books about gardening and gourmet cooking.” It's been so long i did, i haven't found the time. I hope i find the time to do so again.

Sprinted to the door, I pulled it open, not expecting it to open, but it did, causing my heart to swell in joy. Ambling to the shelf, my eyes darted round the various book covers. Fiction was my favorite book to read because the best thing about reading was to be able to escape from your life, to be able to read hundreds or even thousands of other lives. Non-fiction does not have that power, it does not change you the way fiction does. To me, if you are not affected somehow, even if it is the slightest change, you are not reading the right book. I would love to think that every novel I have read has become a part of me and created who I am in a sense.

What's wrong with her? And there are lots of child books in there too. I pick out the one. My mom read some of these to me when I was a child too. I'm not fond of reading books. I always hated reading books. I thought they were nothing but just collections of words which have been passed and rotted from generation to generation. But I want to take these books out, these kids' books and read them. I take the one, 'Alice in wonderland.' I turn the pages gently. The illustrated beautiful picture drags my attention to the sentence my mom said to me.

I asked. “Yeah sure. I will.” “Thanks George! By the way, I have here list of books I need, can you buy them for me?” George took the list and he promised to buy those books as soon as possible. Yeah, reading books became my hobbies. Name it, novel, inspirational, geography, magazine, and dictionary – I almost read all genres available in all bookstores. I love reading books and sometimes, I gave George the authority to buy any books he felt I need or I had interested with. Surprisingly, he never failed me to do his task well. So far, I love the books he had chosen for me.

"Well, sometimes I watch T.V. I like, well, love to read. So I do that a lot when I'm alone." "Like what? Romance, crime thrillers?" I shrugged. "Sometimes. I really like the classics. Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, George Elliot (who was a woman, by the way). I also like the Russians, like Tolstoy and Dostoevsky. 'War and Peace' is amazing." "You've read 'War and Peace'?" "Yeah, twice. It's excellent." I cocked my head. "How about you, what do you like to read?"

“I’m decent at it. I can get by in the kitchen but it’s not my favorite place. I’d rather be reading a good book.” “That’s why you’re a librarian?” She nodded. “I have a maid who cooks so you don’t have to worry about that, and I do have my own library that you may check out.” Her eyebrows rose in interest. “What kind of books do you read?” “I have some biography, history, and science books but my enjoyment comes mostly from the classics.” “Greek literature?” “And Shakespeare. Along with others.”

"Come on, I'll make us some sandwiches. I went to the market today. "Hmm." I stood up when he turned on the bedside lamp. I looked around for my clothes, but ended up noticing the many shelves of books, the rest of the furniture in her room and an armchair positioned by the window. I walked close to the shelves, some titles unknown, but others I even knew. I had read some of them in college. They were socioeconomic books, management books and things like that. "I didn't think you were interested in these boring things... "I joked, smiling and pulling a book from the shelf.

I walked slowly along the shelves, running my fingers along the spines of books, reading titles. There were a lot of books in Greek, which I couldn't read. Some in what looked like Russian—more Cyrillic letters. Those were probably for Zade. But there was also an entire section in English. I moved closer, examining the titles more carefully. And stopped in surprise. These weren't just random books. This was a carefully curated collection. There were classics I'd mentioned loving in conversations with my father over the years. Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. Wuthering Heights.