The Books I Read Novels & Stories

I’ll give them a call in the morning to see if they are available Saturday. I have a hard time sleeping, so I curl up in bed with a book. I’m usually reading at least 3 different books at the same time. I keep one in my car, one in my bedroom, and a couple others around the house. This way I don’t have to carry books everywhere, but I always have something readily available.

“I mean you as a homebody, not as my boss or anything like that.” It might be an exaggeration to say that Ingrid felt that day was very serene. She was a homebody herself when it came to it, always staying home when she didn’t have work, but it was a different feeling when she was with a man, and they were just relaxing. And his house... God, it felt like home already. “What kind of books do you read?” she asked interestedly. “Stephen King, Dan Brown, Clive Cussler, John Grisham, and the like.”

I was here for legends, actually stories that had something to do with me. I grabbed another book off the shelf, “Flare”. Already read this one. I grabbed a few more books and I tagged all of them the same. "Ugh” I groaned in frustration as I placed the last book down, how was it possible that I've read almost all the books here.

With a contented sigh, I closed the book shut before setting it up on my bedside table. There were two piles, one for the books I'd completed and the other for the ones I was yet to read. In total, I'd gotten a whopping amount of 12 books and in the space of two days I'd read and thoroughly digested six. I had no idea if it was good progress or not.

This is the first time I entered the vicinity but the abundance and arrangement of the books look the same back in Pandora. I sweep my gaze into the row of book dividers and some books are familiar like an atlas, encyclopedias, and other stuff. I wonder if he read all these books. Even these books are written by Nicholas Sparks, Danielle Steele, and others stuff. Does he have this kind of taste? Or maybe they just put these books here to fill the space. I checked all the books where it is stories and I found one which perks up my interest.

Isn't it natural for me to ask? After the taxi arrived in front of the bookstore, I entered the store and drowned myself among the shelves filled with books. I bought novels in random genres. Reading novels makes me feel like I am entering another world where I can feel what the main character is going through. It was quite fun; I could forget my troubles for a while. I fell when someone bumped into me. All the books I was holding were scattered on the floor. Come on, doesn't he see that this place is quite wide? Does it make sense to bump into someone in such a large place?

Adrian explained flawlessly. “I see. There’re so many books…” I said admiringly. “I like reading although most of the books here are medical texts and business-related books. So, probably not that interesting for most people…” Adrian explained. “I think business is very interesting. I don’t know about the medical text, though,” I replied with a small laugh.

I raised my brows to ask her what was that she wanted to have. “Read me a book. A book to make me fall asleep,” she said. It was just a minor wish but it was really great deal for me. I never read any books. I hated reading them. The morality that were written in the books were just some nonsense to me. I never allowed myself to follow it. Romance novels were what I hated the most. They were just the way too cringe. I mean no boy would really love to read them and even if there were some, I wasn’t the one who would love to read such romance books.

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.

I look forward to being a well known writer like, Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie, the late legend; Chinua Achebe, Nnedi Okorafor, Wole Soyinka, Colleen Hoover, Ted dekker, Sidney sheldon, Dean Koontz and so many others. I don't think I have ever seen anyone who reads wild like I do. My love for books is out of this world, I just purely love good books, like really really good books with awesome plots. I can't be spotted anywhere without holding a novel. I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi.