Around The Year In 52 Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Reading her through the evidence of her. “The books,” he said. “What about them?” “Organised by—” he tilted his head, “—not emotionally.” “No,” she said. “Alphabetically?” he said. “By the year I read them,” she said. He looked at the shelf. “You can tell the year?” he said. “Within a couple,” she said. He looked at her. At the shelf. Back at her. “That’s extraordinary,” he said. “It’s just memory,” she said.

Get a grip! Faith took several deep breaths to try to slow down her racing heart, then began to look at the books surrounding her. And her jaw dropped again when she realized that not only was he carrying all fifty-three of J.D. Robb’s In Death series written to date, but also that he had arranged them in chronological order rather than just lining them up alphabetically. She was a huge fan and collector, with books one through thirty-two in her possession already, so his presentation impressed her.

Forcing myself to sit straight, I tugged the book towards me and began reading. As the second hour ticked by, and I yawned for the seven hundredth time, I knew that I would spend the next five years just trying to get through these books. Unlike novels, these textbooks were dense with information, constantly branching off into a new subject matter before I could blink.

he shrugged, stepping closer. "A little? You have at least thirty books on that shelf." His lips twitched with a smile. "Thirty five," "Oh my god! I can't believe this. I thought you'd be like a forty eight laws of power kind of man. Or Atomic Habits. You're reading Harlequin and Silhouette desires!" I gaped.