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Lucy said, trying to regain her composure. She opened her textbook to the first chapter. “I already read this book twice, I think it focuses on sacrifice. The male lead chooses his family over his own desires. It’s romantic, when you think of it. To be that loyal” Jonathan laughed out sarcastically. "Romantic? You actually think it’s romantic?" he asked, "It’s stupid. It’s not beautiful in anyway. He spends his entire life being miserable because he’s afraid to let his family down. That isn't loyalty, Lucy . That’s being a coward."

He made all of this possible. This reminded me of something I heard from somewhere, a place I couldn't recall well. The lady had said that the fastest way for a woman to gain respect is to get married to a ruthless, respected, and wealthy man. My life now seemed like the stories I used to read whenever I had the chance to, "From grass to grace!" I recalled that the novel was written by an African novelist

The shelves stood tall and proud, adorned with books that I had arranged in a way that I found ‘perfect’. “You read a lot of romance, don’t you?” I laughed, looking away. “Well, true love is much easier to find in the pages of those books.” I took one of my favourites from a shelf. “You see this one— every time I come back to read it, their love story is unchanged. It’s ever as strong and genuine. Something you can’t say about love in the real world.”

Before I could even think of closing my mouth the correction poured out of me. “Perfect,” I corrected. His eyebrows flew up at me as if asking me a question. His face was a mixture of curiosity, and annoyance. “The quote. It’s “The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain,” I said, looking back into his dangerous eyes, “I’ve read this book more times then I can count.” “Is that so? I like my version better,” he said. “You like your version even though your version is wrong?” I said, giving him a mocking smile, "That sounds like something a typical man would say."

She then pulls out her phone and does exactly that while I stand still, for once not having a clue what to say or how to respond. Ella: We Were Liars sat on my bedside table, finished and ready to find a new home on my bookshelf. My heart kind of broke after reading it, but still, the novel was great nonetheless. I feel like novels that bring out strong emotions in you are the best novels, the ones that you can't put down, the ones that make you laugh out loud, the ones you want to throw across the room and rip out the pages, and lastly the ones that make you cry. Those are ones that truly hit you, render you speechless, and make you think about it for days after.

“I was planning on going into town anyway, mainly to buy more books.” “More books?” I chuckled at his earnestness. “I'm pretty sure you could build a library with the number of books in the house. Do you really need more?” “There’s always room for more stories.” He gave a small, almost bashful smile, running a hand through his hair. “What can I say… I like good strong words that mean something.” “Was that from, Little Women?” I asked, recalling a line from the book that sounded similar. “Someone reads,” he remarked, pulling out a copy of ‘Little Women’ from the shelf. “I love that line because I believe when Jo says it, she’s not just talking about writing, but about finding deeper connectio

“Okay, so my favorite author is Tom Clancy. His early stuff is really good, but he got increasingly self-indulgent with his later novels.” “One of his earlier novels, then,” I said. Andre looked legitimately excited now. “There are three options, all of which are great. His best written novels are probably Hunt for Red October or Clear and Present Danger.” “I didn’t ask for the best written,” I clarified. “I asked for your favorite book.” He grinned widely. “I’m glad you made that distinction, because my favorite book of his is Red Storm Rising. It’s the second book he published.” “It’s not a depressing book about nuclear war, is it?”

" I cite the obvious. He just smiled at me and shrugged his shoulders. "That's one of my favorite book here so far." He said. He looked at me like how fictional man look at the love of their life. He looked at me like I'm the leading lady in his own story. "So you love novels from New York, huh?" sabi ko sa kanya noong nakalapit na siya sa akin. "Sort of. There's a person who suggested that I should read story from the New York Best Selling authors." kwento niya sa akin.

Though I was sure that I could pull it off just as I'd always done from the beginning, why reject such an opportunity because of my petty feelings? I smiled at Esther, "Probably because I like to be surrounded by people like me… I guess. So, we're going to bond over a nice novel today. What about the great Gatsby or…Wuthering heights? Trust me, they're really nice choices of books I picked from your library, and they might also teach us a thing or two about human emotions. I must say, you have taste, woman!" Esther scowled, rolling her wheel away to the table where several candles were placed. "I'd rather pluck my eyes out than read a book with you, Olivia."

She stopped abruptly, then turned to me, “What are your favourites? I mean, apart from Pride and Prejudice. I tilted my head, “You want to know?” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and I wished I had noticed it first. “Tolstoy, Fitzgerald, and Baldwin.” “The Great Gatsby?” She asked, “Of course, you're the type of man who'll admire Gatsby. Rich, brilliant but lonely as hell.” She went on a full rant about Gatsby then, her hands gesturing animatedly, and I never wanted her to stop. Her voice rose when she remembered something new and fell when she was trying to figure out if she got something right.