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They would chat politely, Alex inquiring about the books she had read during the day. Eddie learned that Alex was surprisingly well-read. She had yet to pick a book he hadn’t already read. He also was able to give her suggestions of books she might enjoy based on her current reading. Alex was also opinionated about the books he read, and most dinners were spent debating over the author’s intent when it came to certain texts.

“Really?” “You sound surprised.” “I expected you to say something about business strategy or war.” “It contains both.” She smiled. “That is true.” “What about yours?” “Jane Eyre.” I raised an eyebrow. “A complicated choice.” “So is yours.” We spent the next half hour talking about books. Not business. Not the gala. Not Victoria or the strange tension that had followed us since the balcony. Just stories we had read and characters we loved or disliked. Ofelia argued passionately that people misunderstood Jane Eyre’s strength, while I insisted Edmond Dantès had allowed revenge to consume too much of his life.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

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Eleanor, a cheerful bookshop, approached them with a knowing smile. "Welcome, seekers of knowledge and conversation," she welcomed them. "What tales do you seek today?" Lucian looked at Ravena, his eyes shining with excitement. "We're looking for stories that will pique our interest, books that will transport us to faraway lands and introduce us to fascinating characters." We want to immerse ourselves in written-word dialogues." Eleanor's eyes twinkled with delight. "Ah, you've arrived at the correct location. Allow me to expose you to some hidden jewels that will certainly spark the discussions you desire."

"That sounds thrilling, Dex. I can imagine the breathtaking views." Phoenix grins. "As for me, I absolutely loved sailing around the Greek Islands on a private yacht. The combination of ancient history and stunning landscapes was mesmerizing." "Alright, we've covered movies and traveled the globe. Shall we share our favorite books or literature next?" "Sounds intriguing. Star, why don't you start us off again?" Dexter mutters. Astrid grins, eager to share. "One of my all-time favorite books is 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho. Its themes of destiny, personal legend, and the journey of self-discovery really resonate with me. I also love romance novels."

--- The conversations the book was generating were different from the conversations the posts had generated. The posts had produced recognition — the immediate, often emotional response of someone who encounters something that names their own experience precisely. The book produced something slower and deeper than recognition. It produced thinking. She could see this in the way people wrote about it — the messages that arrived not immediately after reading but days later, sometimes weeks later, from people who had finished it and then continued to be inside it and had arrived, eventually, at something they wanted to say.

"Meaning?" Jake walked over to Harold's bookshelf and pulled out Emma's latest novel, *Dangerous Devotion*. "This is good. Very good. Your prose is elegant, your dialogue snaps, your pacing is excellent." He turned to face her, the book in his hands. "But it's safe. Controlled. You write passion like you're describing it from outside a window instead of feeling it yourself." Emma's cheeks flamed. "That's not"

I snapped. “Well, son, if you must know, there are times where conversing with someone is better than reading.” Suddenly, she grabbed the book I was reading and waved it in the air, “I don’t understand what you can learn from these old things,” she scoffed, “All they do is fill your head with nonsense, making you hope in unrealistic matters, forcing you to believe in your own imagination. There’s no realism in that aspect.” With no empathy and disgusted, Bethilda dropped the book on the table beside her. She added, “Talking can help you learn more about the world. You can get better wisdom from the experiences of others rather than words from compiled pieces of paper.”

As fate would have it, Tyler, a fellow book enthusiast, struck up a conversation about a novel they both held in their hands. Their exchange of words soon transcended the confines of casual banter, evolving into a connection that felt destined. Sophie found herself drawn to Tyler's intellect, his passion for literature mirroring her own. The bookstore became their sanctuary, a haven where shared laughter and thoughtful discussions wove the fabric of their growing bond.