Why Do People Love Reading Novels & Stories

“How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.” “I presume you have read them too?” “I read them out of curiosity, and it was the love story is what I was more interested in. It had nothing to do with the sex scenes, it was the connection between the two characters that had me read it multiple times.” Why did I just say that to him? I’m an idiot he’s gonna know I am into those sorts of books. But for the reason I said yeah, I enjoy the smut and spice in them but it’s the romance connection that has me wanting to read them.

He said and I nodded. “I know right. My father loves reading, and my mother hates it. I got the love of reading from my father and he's a testament of reading men. I just haven't met any guy our age who likes reading.” I told him and he nodded, his eyes showing understanding. “Well, you have met one now.” He said and I laughed. “Yes I have.” “What other thing are you interested in?” He asked me.

Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings. But I doubt so. I think books are more of an extension of real life happenings. Not a disease but a cure. Most people read books to escape reality and not to forget it. We don't get trapped in our own imaginations, we just foresee images that we want our lives to become. Saliently, we learn from books. If I can't associate with anyone, I thought at least I should be permitted to read books. After all, books can't capture the identity of the one reading it, can it?

"As far as I remember, you've been reading that damn novel since I've been talking to you. What do people enjoy in reading words?" "Because it's awesome." "How? You can rather watch a movie than read books." I slapped the book out of her hand. "This book… 'The Badboy's Pre-planned Future Bride' by 'Gift Odulesi', it's awesome. You really should read her books. Some people prefer reading books than watching movies." She rolled her eyes and picked the book from the floor. "Oh, really? People like who?" I took a handful of chips and threw it into my mouth, munching it.

Just a deep green fabric stretched tight over the boards that bind the book together. "Interesting..." She thumbs through the pages, stopping to read a couple every so often. "I had no idea you liked to read." Say says, handing it back to me. I have always loved to read, it's another trait my sister and I share, but it's not one I share freely with the world. Not because I think it makes me less cool or some shit, but just because it never seems like relevant information at any given time. I shrug. "I have always liked to read. I guess it's about finding time."

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"

It's too late". * Did I mention that I'm a devoted reader? No? Perhaps this is one of the explanations for why I "found" myself in writing, even though I am passionate about numbers. I love reading, everything, especially novels and science fiction. But this is not a passion understood by everyone, and in a discussion with a co-worker, this text came up. He hates books and I've thought him a bit psycho ever since. Letter to the insane (by books) "There are people who will never understand. And as they say nowadays, in a fad, "it's okay" because, in fact, no one is obliged. Neither to understand nor to like. I'm talking about these crazy people, in love with books.

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.

Or she's just born as stupid? By the way, I love reading pocket books even if it is all fiction. Why? It helps me to forget what the reality is, atleast for a while. And reading is what I do whenever I felt alone, numb, and empty. Reading almost made me grew up and mature. The one who supposed to be the one who must making me feel happiness, was the one who made me feel empty and useless. So, reading was always my source of happiness. Reading is my stress relieve. In other words, if for other people alcohol is the answer to temporarily forget their problem, mine is reading. I haven’t tried drinking alcohol just because I want to forget my problems for a little while. I only drink when I'm on

I'll have to start jogging again one of these days. It should be clear that I love English more than any other subject in the world. It's like, the one class I can't ever sleep in, no matter how hard I try. Maybe that's one of the reasons I write. Because I love reading a lot. I'm pretty sure your writing skills would improve if only you read novels and scripts more. I'm almost 100% sure that you don't read books often. (If I'm wrong, then there's no hope left for me. I mean, this is really obvious. )