Why Do People Love Reading Novels & Stories

I have never been in love. I figured that it was something giddy that made you do stupid things. Maybe I was in love…what other than love would compel me to sit through two hours of watching two guys bash each others face in, when instead I was itching to go read a particular book that I had snuck out of the library because of its dark nature and my former accusations. Well, there were still rumours circulating. It was not like I was planning to actually implement anything that I would read. I only hope to expand my knowledge about something in particular that I was struggling with.

Something that is abrupt or quick, one that has their love prevailing at all costs. "Sadly in most books, yes." She sighed, not looking happy, "but you see that's not healthy." "So why do you read them?" "We all need an escape, don't we? To believe that these obsessive kinds of love will sweep us off our feet. Dreamy blue eyed gods falling in love with mere mortals." I nodded sadly. Our story is similar quite alright. The bus had come to a stop and as we came down she pressed a hardcover book in my hand and ran off.

“Reading is not a waste of time. It never was, and it never will be,” “Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body. It expands your mind and broadens your horizons. Reading unlocks knowledge. It’s my best travel companion.” He pointed out. She pressed her lips together and nodded. “Okay, fine. I won’t argue, but trust me, I won’t be spending hours, or even a minute, reading a book when there are more interesting ways to spend my time.” She said.

“You learned something? From him?” “Yes, we both learned a lot from each other. There are different genres in literature for a reason. And you can’t ignore the fact that romance is the most read genre in the world. There’s a reason why his books are so popular and if you look farther than your prejudice you will learn to appreciate them for the work of art that they are. That’s all I’m going to say…” Iori finished and spun around intending to leave only to feel his hand on her arm stopping her from leaving and turning her around to look at him. “No, wait!” He exclaimed and Iori flinched at his nearness.

Normal, there was that word again. I sighed, standing up and walking over to my bookshelf before grabbing a novel and curling up on my bed with it. Reading was one of my favorite pastimes because it allowed me to step into the shoes of heroes and strong lead characters so that I could at least pretend for a few hours that I was normal or even extraordinary.

“Isn't there anything that women think about besides the romance of love?” “Of course there is.” Diana blinked one of her eyes. “We also think about real life, but sometimes we women feel very happy to be able to immerse ourselves in a touching love story.” “Because of the happy ending?” “One of them is because of that.” Diana smiled. “Reading a story that has a happy ending for the characters in it makes us believe that there will be a happy ending for us women one day.” The waitress came with their usual menu order. Hot coffee with a fragrant aroma, very suitable with the smell of rain in heavy times, makes the heart warm in a cold atmosphere.

What I usually said was that my love for reading was the first thing that made me look in that direction and, to a great extent, that was true. You know, there was something about reading a novel, especially when it was a very good one. There was this chill it gave that never got old. Whenever I had a good book in my hands, I often felt a sort of energy surge through my bones and, no, it was more than just excitement. I know it sounded silly or hyperbolic, but it was how I have always felt, even since I was a little boy who didn't understand most of the words I read and would often be seen with a notepad beside me where I put down the words I wasn't familiar with.

ROMAN’S POV: I stood up from my chair, stretching as I looked at the clock perched on the wall opposite my desk in my study room. I might be one of the most notorious and wanted men in the city of Cleveland, but that didn't take away my love for books. I was an avid reader. I loved the smell of books on a warm afternoon, the dust that clung to my hands as I tried to clean them. I loved the heaviness of huge hardbacks that gradually transformed to lightweight in my hands as I read, consuming each and every page and embedding it into my memory.

My brothers had always been there, Nana was there, Gelo and Mila were my partners, and these people in my school are friends I should cherish because they did not let me down. During weekends, Gelo would call my name from the outside of our house. We walked together to the lake and place a blanket near it. We will both read books for hours, sometimes giving comments while reading. I had dreamt of this before. A book date with someone I treasure the most. “You made me a reader. Though I still like watching movies and series, this hobby of reading is pulling me to it. There’s something with written words that I adore.”

"You are also amazing, you have a hobby of reading novels where not many people do the same, nowadays people don't really like reading science,many people prefer other activities to do than spend time reading the lines of words in a book. "I only have two primary hobbies, snacking and second hobby, reading." With an innocent expression, Jessy told the truth. "At least even though you only have two hobbies but it's better than you have a hobby of gossiping about someone hehehe..." "Why are you talking like that? What do you mean, I still don't get it." Many unexpected things came out of David's lips and one of them was like what the man had just said. All things that humans like or dislike mu