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“It’s a classic novel that explores themes of love, social class, and personal growth.” Jake leaned casually against the desk, flashing a charming grin. “We chose this book because it perfectly shows how first impressions can be misleading... kinda like how Janna here thought I was just a ‘pretty face.’”* The class chuckled, while Janna gave Jake a warning glare. **“As I was saying,”** Janna continued, “the central characters, Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy, initially misjudge each other but learn to overcome their biases.”** Jake chimed in. **“Darcy was rich, proud, and thought he was better than everyone — sound familiar?”** He pointed to himself dramatically, earning more laughter.

The only knowledge I had about romance was in the dozens of movies and books I'd preyed on. So, I said the only thing that came to mind at that moment, "The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more." I remembered the classic line from The Notebook, I'd watched that movie a thousand times already, I knew every line by heart. I crossed my fingers hoping that it would work, and it did because he pulled me into a hug, tighter than anyone I've ever been. "Thank you for saying that." I couldn't believe that it worked, but I wasn't going to allow the opportunity to slip past so I hugged him back, my hand stroking his back gently.

“‘He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.’ ” I hear Sebastian’s husky voice behind me, quoting the novel’s most famous line and turn my head to face him. Gosh, it was dark out already. Had I read the entire afternoon away? “You have read Wuthering Heights?” I ask him with a smile and put the copy of my book down on my lap. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked towards where I was seated, giving me a gorgeous Jake Gyllenhaal lopsided smile. If my heart had a face, I would punch it right now for its irregular beat. That smile, oh my gosh.

“Read it. Best work of literature ever.” “I thought you were joking when you said The Art of War is your favorite book,” my woman mutters as she pages through it. “The greatest victory is that which requires no battle,” Alexei quotes the book. “Sun Tzu was a wise man.” “I like the sound of that,” Anya says, a smile curving her lips. She starts to read, and Alexei leans closer, pointing out more quotes. That’s what a father should be like. Emotion wells in my chest because Alexei is a father to us all.

“But both are Nintendo, so the vibe here is still good” “How about books? Do you have a favorite?”, she asks. “Grapes of Wrath”, I answer and her shock over my answer doesn’t go unnoticed. “You”? “The Great Gatsby”, she says. Wow, that’s depressing! “So tragic”, I told her. “Speak for yourself”, she says, and we both laugh again because both books are probably equally depressing! “Favorite movie?” I asked her. “Love, Actually”, she says sadly. “Serious? Isn’t that a little before your time?” I said.

I said. "Well then," he said. "Please enlighten me: what is your favorite film and book?" "Favorite film is Gone with The Wind, favorite book is Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy." He grimaced. "I half-expected the gushy romance part, but not the lack of happy endings," Adam said. ''Lack of happy endings?!'' I asked. "Says the man whose favorite book is The Art of War..." "I see your point." I leaned forward and pulled out the bag of breakfast that Mrs. Chandler had sent us.

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“I’m looking for some books for my fiancée, but I’m not sure what she likes to read.” The sales assistant tilted her head thoughtfully. “Well, we have a wide variety. Perhaps I can suggest some classic novels? They’re always a safe choice.” Jack nodded, feeling a little more confident. “That sounds like a good idea. Can you show me some?” The sales assistant led Jack to a shelf filled with novels from different eras and styles. “Here are some classics,” she said, picking up a volume. “This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.”

*** We spent the afternoon at the bookstore down the street, because of course Alessio had to prove that he could, in fact, pick a better novel than I could. He was wrong. Obviously. “You can’t seriously think this is better than Austen,” I said, holding up my book in triumph. Alessio crossed his arms, giving me that infuriating smirk. “Rosa, The Count of Monte Cristo is a masterpiece.” “It’s long.” “It’s revenge.” I snorted. “Why am I not surprised?” His smirk widened. “What can I say? I have a type.” I arched a brow. “And what type is that?”

For the briefest moment, Walter looked almost embarrassed. Lois nearly laughed. If someone had told her last week that Walter Ford could be embarrassed, she would've demanded proof. Yet here he was. Standing in front of her with a finished four hundred page novel and no reasonable explanation for why he'd devoured it overnight. Walter cleared his throat. "There was a line." "In the book?" He nodded. "What line?" His eyes shifted toward the rain speckled window. Away from her. Away from everything. "'The loneliest people are often the ones everyone assumes are fine.'"