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Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

After I'd been out for about an hour, a little afraid of getting burned, I got to my feet and waded back to the beach, figuring I'd let the heat of the sun dry me off. Digging into my bag, I grabbed a bottle of water, drank half of it down, and popped open the sunscreen. Once I'd slathered up again, I dug out the erotic novel I'd been enjoying last night in bed, glad that I'd found a spot where no one else could see what I was reading. I could feel my pulse starting to race as soon as I got into it. Parting my thighs, I worked my fingers over my needy little puss, while I read the arousing passage about the well-hung stud sliding his tongue over his virgin bride's tight little opening.

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

Raymond was pouring coffee, humming something soft under his breath, shirtless as usual, entirely too distracting. "What’s this?" I asked. He glanced over. "Read it." I unfolded the note. > Dear lovers, There is a bookstore in the village. Not just any bookstore. One where people leave pieces of themselves behind. Pages of poetry. Notes. Secrets. The owner lets you browse, read, and write your own. Consider it today’s adventure. —Mama Elsie I smiled so hard it hurt, “you planned this also right?” He nodded. --- Later That Morning The drive down was quiet.

HALLE KNOX The Blazing Sun Hits My Body as I was laying down on the beach chair outside of the pool relaxing and enjoying my quiet evening by myself. I was reading a book called,Then she was Gone By lisa jewell,I don't usually read stuff like this but Kenna got it for me as a gift a while ago and told me that it was worth reading. so today i decited to start the book and i coundnt put it down since then its so interestig and addictive.

A familiar book for the ride back. Jeffrey leaned closer. “What are you reading?” I didn’t look up. “Philip’s Room by Raven Black.” He looked stunned. “No fucking way! For real?”

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- Maria The hot sun beat down on the beach below and made the water twinkle beneath its rays. Sprawled out on a comfortable chair with a book in my hand, I felt my skin soak up that warmth. It was a beautiful day, and I was more than happy to cook in that sunshine, listening to the waves crashing and reading at my leisure. The beach was a private one that Dimitri had scoped for us and wasted no time gaining ownership of it the moment I said I thought it was beautiful.

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone onto the couch next to me, looking around the room. It's quiet when Santos has the kids. Almost too quiet. And there's nothing to do. I've deep cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. I've done four loads of laundry and put it all away. I even threw dinner in the crockpot already, so my regular chores are done. I tap my fingers on my leg and the Kindle shoved between couch cushions catches my eye. Ooh. I could read for a bit. What is the name of that author I like? The one who writes about all those bearded brothers? Penelope Reads? Penny Reads? Penny Reid! That's it!

Calla’s Daughter – POV The bookstore smelled like paper and rain. Not a chain store. Not polished shelves or corporate signs. Just an old converted train depot with crooked floorboards and a chalkboard outside that read: “Tonight: The Girl in the Photograph – A Reading.” I almost didn’t show up. Even though I was the girl. Even though I’d written the book. Even though River had flown in, Melinda was already seated in the front row, and Carrie had helped organize the entire thing with a thousand checklists and two backup microphones.