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Rachel nods thoughtfully. “Ah,” she says. “Medical reasons.” “Exactly.” She pushes open the door. She understands. After all, she’s the one who introduced me to the healing power of touching brand-new books. We start in the psychology section, as tradition demands. But we abandon it quickly. The covers are terrible. Way too serious. And most importantly: zero embossed lettering. From there we wander into the self-help aisle. I begin scanning titles desperately, hoping to find something useful.

“As many as you want.” “That’s not—” “I’m serious. Go.” I moved through the narrow aisles and let my fingers trail over the spines. Some were cracked leather, others smooth paperback, the new ones still crisp and unbroken. I found myself in the romance section because of course I did. The covers were ridiculous with their shirtless men and promises of happy endings I’d stopped believing in. “These any good?” I jumped. Nate stood close enough that I caught the scent of cedar. “I don’t know. Haven’t read them yet.”

It was utterly breathtaking. After sitting and watching the view for a few moments, I decided to explore the books. My finger ran lazily along the moulded wooden shelves, reading the titles of the books to see if I recognized any. Many were antiques, some Italian and some English. There was a small section on cooking, a larger section on gardening and an even larger section on romance novels. I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room.

As gorgeous as it all was, Elaina found herself going farther, to the end of the room, to a section of books that looked terribly old and for some odd reason appeared the most interesting. There were leather chairs in this part of the room as well, single high-backed ones the color of rich caramel. Reaching out, she let her fingers brush lightly over the tattered spines of a couple books, stopping as if by no control of her own on one. The name TREKAS was printed in letters so worn she could barely see them all. Elaina pulled that one from the shelf without a moment’s hesitation. Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank in

The bar area wasn’t even completely finished, but it was close. I’d always wanted the Sparks to be a cozy spot for book lovers, and it was slowly becoming known for that in the community. As the school semester ended, there was a high chance parents would begin trickling into the store with their children’s summer reading lists. We had a thriving library community in town, but there were only so many copies of each book, so people still came in to purchase some. Grampa and I organized an entire section dedicated to the reading list Sean supplied for us.

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“No. The only difference is this: who chooses to rise, and who chooses to give up. And I won’t let you be the one who gives up.” After we finished at the café, I thought Liam would finally take me home. But no he led me upstairs, to a large bookstore. The shelves towered high. I stopped at the entrance, staring at the sign that clearly read Medical & Science Section. “Liam, don’t tell me...” “You need this.” Before I could protest, he was already walking in. I followed reluctantly, half wanting to run away. He stopped at a shelf crammed with thick books, blue, black, and green covers. He pulled out a large volume and placed it in my hands.

she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs. "Do you have it reserved already?" I ask hoping that was the case so I can grab one that's near the check stand of all the reserved books for their customers. I was starting to feel self-conscious of myself as I caught the woman still looking but shook it off as I had to work. "Yes it's under the name of Kennedy smith” she replies. I nodded and looked up the name, once got to the checkout stand, finding it rather quickly then did the whole check out process for reserved books before putting in a bag for her.