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I said, grinning from teeth to teeth like a child. We walked into the library. It looked like it had been a while, since it was in use. We went through several sections which included, finance, self-improvement, ethics, business amongst all. I caught a glimpse of a book I had been wanting to read, “Atomic Habits” by James Clear. I picked it immediately, and started going through it. After a while, I noticed I wasn't hearing any sound from the cook. I looked around and found her wiping tears off her eyes with the hem of her apron.

It is my favorite out of all that I have read. When I read that book, I am reminded that the mind moves. One must not only put stock in material things because once they are gone, they are left with only loss and decline. If they learn to put stock in the experiences with family and friends, then one will only know enlightenment. I chose it as a way to show Io that I am more than just the station I hold because of my father's gain. To show her that I hold more stock in such things as us. I hope she gets the message.

Naomi's POV Its been a few days since the Amber incident and she hasn't approached me since. I guess the warning Riley gave her worked. I was still a bit down because I didn't get the books wanted Saturday. All the book groups are still buzzing about the books, some people even start getting ther books already. While I had nothing to look forward to. And nothing new to read. To cheer myself up I decided to go to the bookstore down the road, even its run by an old lady she tries her best to keep up with the latest stories and the most popular one while still having all the classics available.

“I want to tell you what kind of book it is. Not what the back cover says you’ve read that. What I think it actually is.” I looked at the room. “It’s a book about a man,” I said. “Specifically, a particular man his hands, his voice, the strong black tea he drank every morning for thirty years, the way he cried at my school graduation and didn’t pretend he hadn’t. The way he cooked on Saturday afternoons and believed, without sentimentality, that paying full attention to the small things was the substance of a life.” I paused. “It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. W

Besides, it wasn’t a big deal. “You really like to analyze yourself.” Myra shook her head in disagreement. Heather knows the reason behind everything, but she is not willing to change. What a stubborn girl. “You should read a book. It’s my new book that contains a lot of my self-analysis.” Heather hurriedly changed the subject. “What’s the name of your book? I’ll buy a whole box of it.” At that moment, Matthias was picking out books to read in the bookstore. He casually picked up the book in front of him but put it back after taking a few glances at the cover.

We discussed about our families and other relevant things including school activities, country, and of course our chat system. When it was 10 minutes to go, I bade him farewell and I left for home to meet that my dad had gone out. I just opened ghe door with my spare key and went inside. I didn't feel like taking anything that afternoon so I continued to surf the web mostly on my social media handles. People that bought Kingsley's book wrote great reviews on it with a 5-star rating so I decided to read it too. I bought it and read it, it was a really nice article if I should say. It was about the Ferrari that Otedola had bought for his daughters. He wrote about a desperate girl who wanted he

“Not just you. The pack. The people I was supposed to be serving.” I held the phone and said nothing. “I filed the challenge because I wanted to matter,” she said. “You know that. I said it.” She paused. “I have been thinking about what mattering actually means since I said it.” Another pause. “It turns out mattering is not the same as being the one who changes the outcome of things. Mattering is being useful to something real.” She paused. “I am thirty-one years old and I have spent the past six years being decorative and strategic and I have not been useful to anything real in all of that time.”

At Lorenzo beside her with his too-strong coffee looking at the estate he had built and was now rebuilding into something different. She thought about her father saying the most dangerous men were the ones who were also good. She thought about her mother saying he looks at you the way your father looked at me in the beginning. She thought about sixty-one chapters of the most complicated and costly and clarifying thing she had ever done. She looked at the book. At the faded blue cover. At the bookmark in the same place so long it had left a mark. She thought about marks left by things. About what persisted. She closed the book.

They matter more than anything. I hope you liked my book. Please leave me comments if you think something is wrong or want something explained in the next book. Thank you for all your support. I want to give thanks to the people who helped me realize my dream. You know who you are. Thank you all.

The firm and deep voice said. “I think we are way past calming down at this point,” a voice full of malice and anger retorted. “No, seriously, Charles, back the hell off.” My advocate and saviour’s voice started to rise and assert dominance over the others. “She’s with me,” he said. “You can’t seriously be implying that we let her go, man.” Someone said. “She’s seen too much already.” “He’s right, Dom. She needs to be silenced.” Another man tried to calmly appeal to my saviour’s common sense, but he didn’t budge.