On Christmas Eve, we sit in front of the fire and take turns reading Christmas stories.
When she got to the room, Alex was sitting on the love seat reading a newspaper.
She was lounging on the bed reading a magazine when someone knocked on the door.
They were sitting beside each other, reading when she began the inquest.
"Next Monday," he answered, not taking his eyes off the book he was reading.
She found him in the living room reading the newspaper.
He studied her over the rim of his reading glasses, and his eyes warmed with a smile.
She was an open book to him and he was obsessed with the idea of reading it.
Among Mrs. Marsh's attributes was mind reading.
No, she was reading too much into an innocent good night kiss.
Were you reading that?
She wasn't actually tired, but reading was relaxing.
If Howie drops into ten or twenty minutes of anyone's life, chance are all he sees is them picking their nose, reading a book or working.
He recited a meticulous inventory of everything in the bedroom quarters, including the page number of a book his wife was reading as she remained in bed.
The actual tip sounds like someone is reading it and it's always worded in the same format.
How could I convince my reading public I heard it from the horse's mouth?
At the first hint of below freezing weather, Howie was on the job, covering everything and reading up on all preventive measures known to man.
Molly was seated in our living room, reading a book when I arrived.
It was a hoot at first, reading that stuff, but it got boring in a hurry.
My eyes are tired from all this reading and culling, discarding the inappropriate ones.
She was reading a paperback and he was relaxing, with his eyes closed.
The silver of her eyes flared and swirled as she gazed at him, an indication she was reading either his future or his mind.
It was midnight, and he'd just finished reading Jenn's latest report.
Sofi's skill relied mostly on reading the future of a specific soul by touching them, and he'd not let her within miles of a vamp since taking over her guardianship.
Right now, she didn't want him reading her mind.
I learned what I know of the world from reading in his library, and I learned to fight.
She collected what she could find and perched in a chair, reading until sundown, when the hunger pangs hit her again.
The Watcher returned his gaze to his phone, reading a text.
"Sofia, Han tells me you've gotten quite good at reading people," he said.
I'm reading their blogs.
"I saw that you shared his history …" She stopped, not sure how comfortable he was with a stranger reading his mind.
"You are recorded," he stated, reading the words.
You will sense without reading minds.
Frantically, she tried to recall anything anyone might've told her about suppressing information from someone reading her mind.
You've been reading my mind from the beginning, haven't you?
He turned on some music with weak intentions of continuing his sheriff reading but instead just sat there, finishing the last of the merlot.
Nobody I talked to ever heard of Dawkins, but Mrs. Worthington said she remembers reading about this Rowland guy.
Claudia introduced the men, reading from printed biographies.
You can't go around reading other people's mail!
Two were reading different sections of a newspaper while Roger was stirring his coffee and chatting, although no one seemed to be listening.
Dean knew from reading their newspaper comments and hearing of their exploits that age had in no way diminished their faculties.
Cynthia asked, as if reading his mind.
He didn't feel the Dark One in his mind, but he was there, reading his weaknesses.
He made the mistake before of not reading her mind when he should have.
Reading their minds confirmed they were considering the demons' offers.
She almost gasped, wondering if he was reading her mind.
Shutting off the reading lamp, he backed out of the room and silently shut the door.
He searched her face, reading it like a book.
Later that evening, Carmen was reading a book to Destiny and Jonathan was sprawled out on the window seat, reading a book about horses.
Destiny gradually relaxed and Carmen stopped reading.
Alex was sitting in his chair, reading a magazine and glanced up when she spoke.
He asked, and started reading.
Alex dropped his mind reading gaze on her.
Carmen sat down beside his bed and pulled out the horse book she had been reading to him.
After a while she stopped reading, staring at a picture.
Carmen grabbed a chair and sat down beside him, reading as he typed.
Clicking on the desktop icon labeled 'Carmen' she started reading.
He glanced up from the book he was reading and followed her gaze to the picture in her hand.
I've been reading up on it...
Gabe pried the knife free and tossed it on the bed, reading the message.
"Bingo," he said, reading the expression on her face.
Rhyn stood and crossed to the iPad, reading quietly.
He returned to his underworld, reading the information on the iPad as he walked.
There were six students around five-years-old and an older boy on the verge of puberty sitting around a beautiful blond, who was reading a book out loud.
He had no intention of reading it, but he liked how soft the cover was.
He turned to her twice and pointed out the window as the scenery whizzed, but she ignored him, reading instead.
She marched to her bathroom and yanked out the five pill bottles, reading the labels.
"I've claimed you as my blood slave," he said, as if reading her mind.
She sensed he was reading her thoughts, and she wondered what he was thinking.
She made a show of reading the back of a box of tampons until the Immortals left.
As if reading her intentions, Hannah forced herself out of her shock and hurried to the low-burning hearth.
The town of Ouray, while only a century and a quarter old, was rich in history and Fred O'Connor, together with a cadre of widows with similar interests, spent many hours reading Ouray's old newspapers and written accounts.
Claire Quincy had donned reading glasses and was scrutinizing the letters as Fred O'Connor followed his notes and explained the information on Annie Quincy he had gathered at the library.
Dean put on his reading glasses.
"That's great," Dean said, reading the century-old writing.
It's like reading a novel!
Makes reading Annie Quincy's journal a bit more interesting, doesn't it?
Dean looked up at his wife after reading the strange lines.
Dean said after reading Cynthia's latest translations.
No. But it's so sad reading about it.
I'm about to go blind reading them old microfilm newspapers.
I guess after reading this here notebook, it was a fool's errand.
No, you're just not reading that.
I'm trying to teach one of the Roma girls her letters as she knows nothing of reading or writing.
Fred O'Connor finished reading the latest pages as Mrs. Lincoln crawled onto his lap.
Fred wandered into the kitchen as Dean was reading the label of a Campbell's soup can in hopes of creating an exotic sauce for his broiling fish.
It'll be just like reading a cheap thriller.
Then, with a total change of subject she rambled forward, I've been reading about Annie.
I was reading them the riot act and they weren't believing it any more than they ever do, except for maybe the first-timers.
Effie told me about the prostitute whose diary you're reading.
I'm not sure I'm reading it at all.
"I saved your butt," Fred muttered, as if reading his mind.
She reached over and picked up the translated pages of Annie Quincy's notebook and began reading aloud.
She was sitting up in bed reading.
When Sarah and Connor entered the drawing room, Jackson and Elisabeth were sitting on the sofa reading.
Sarah sat in the drawing room reading.
Alex was lounging on the couch, reading a book when she entered the house.
Will I be reading another report about you smacking someone?
She glanced up at the screen, feeling uneasy about reading messages the dead man had sent.