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"Nothing. I think I am just going to focus on work and home life. I don't have anything else planned. Might get back into reading, though." "Reading?" "Anything. I used to read three to six books a month. I want to get back to that." "What kind of books?" "Anything. Motivational books, fiction and non-fiction. It doesn't really matter. As long as it's a good read." She pointed towards her room. "Once I sit by and open a book, I can get lost in that world for hours." "Any favourite authors?" "Not exactly." She admitted with a yawn. "I like a lot of authors, no one in particular."

Arthur stretched. “Power of dividing and conquering,” Rah laughed, lying down on the floor to straighten his back. “Also, you picked the smallest books. I once read a book that was more that two thousand pages long. It took me a while to finish it,” he added, stretching on the floor. “Wow, you have a lot of time at your hand,” Arthur spoke with raised eyebrows. “No, just interested in reading. When you are a human in a city of wolves, you don’t have a lot of choices for fun,” Rah laughed.

It is better to prevent that fr happening. Since I am the only one left in the house, I just read some books from the library. Yeah, you heard that right. Library. Miss Fatima is a bibliophile. My dad wants her to be happy so dad built a libraru inside this house. Miss Fatima said that they bought over a thousand books. "Hmm. What will I read?" I asked myself. At last, I get The Great Gatsby. I remember, when I was still a child, Rhea forces me to read this book instead of reading children's book. She said the children's book are just for brainless who will not succeed in life.

"Oh, is that how it is? You don't have an ample supply?" "Why do you have so many questions?" "Just curious." Evy was taken by surprised by her defensive reaction. She gave her the last book, ignored her previous question, and began walking to the nearest table. "Put those books on your right hand here and the left goes there." "Okay." While she obediently did as she requested. How many books is she going to read in one sitting? There's a total of 50 books on the table and looking at it alone, was enough to have Holly running away. She doesn't have a problem reading if it's necessary but even she can say this was too much.

Don was quiet for a long time. The kitchen was quiet around them. The birds outside — the May birds, busy with nesting and feeding and singing — provided a background of sound that was so familiar it was almost silent. The kettle clicked as it cooled. The clock on the wall ticked. Don said: "The five books are about this life." Caroline said: "Yes." Don said: "Then the five books will continue being written as long as life continues." Caroline said: "Yes. The four written books are the arguments arrived at. The fifth — the living — continues. The living is the ongoing fifth book. Every journal entry. Every ordinary morning. Every quince harvest and foxglove spring and Thursday walk. The fift

Help yourself to one of those. ‘You mean read?’ ‘That is what people usually do with books.’ With a short sigh of impatience, Theodore wandered over to examine the neat rows of titles which lined an entire wall of her sitting room. The only things he ever read were financial papers or contracts, or business-related articles he caught up with when he was travelling. Occasionally his attention would be caught by some glossy car magazine, which would lure him into changing his latest model for something even more powerful. But he never read books. He had neither the time nor the inclination to lose himself in the world of fiction. He remembered that stupid story he’d read at school—about some a

The living room was warm and comfortable, centered around a massive bookshelf stretching almost from floor to ceiling. Now that surprised me. “You read all these?” Callum looked mildly offended. “Obviously.” “There are like a thousand books here.” “There are not a thousand books, trust me.” “There’s obviously more than enough books to last a lifetime.” He laughed quietly behind me. “What can I say? I like to read.” I moved closer to the shelves slowly, reading titles. Architecture books. Art history. Fiction. Philosophy. Photography collections. A worn copy of something in German that looked read multiple times.

"We don't work alone. We have a team of Arab's best attorneys." "How many people do you think will read this book?" "No book passes through G&T publishing without becoming a bestseller." She says proudly. "Like ten thousand people?" I ask, arching a brow. "Depends on the quality of your book. A bestseller under G&T publishing, we are talking over sixty million global readers."

Three More Hours Later. Done, I told myself. I think that is enough for today's reading. I finished two books today in five hours. “Fear You” Book 2. I started Book 3 “Fear Us” Broken Love Series. I got two more to read again. I am so excited to read them over again. I thought with a cocky grin. But what I didn’t know is. How do they know they were my favorite books? What a strange one. They must have stalked me or asked someone that knows me well.

She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.