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"Medication. Noise-canceling headphones. And I read the same book every time I fly." "The same book?" "The same book. It's about the history of maritime trade routes. Completely boring. But familiar enough that it keeps my brain occupied without requiring so much l concentration." I almost smiled. "That's so unexpected." "I know. But you asked." The waiter came back and we ordered. I got whatever pasta he recommended, and he got fish. When we were alone again I said, "My turn. What do you want to know?" "Why biotech?" "That's boring."

My stomach does something stupid. "That’s funny, because I keep tabs on matchmakers who used to be FBI." His face shifts, but only slightly. Just enough for me to notice. I get up to stretch, giving myself a tour of the bookshelf. There are titles in several languages, a few first editions, a dog-eared copy of The Art of War tucked behind a book on modern negotiation theory. "Is that for work?" I tease, gesturing. "That’s for everything," he deadpans.

I grabbed more books off the shelf—all yellow-colored, papered books, books my ancestors made reference to in literal terms. “Oh well, I really thought it would be worth it,” I groaned. Adrian glanced at me from where he had been half-standing. “What’s wrong?” He slowly lowered his phone. “When I said I wanted books, I didn’t mean these, Adrian.” He raised his hands, gesturing to the shelves. “These aren’t loaves of fucking bread, Kira.” “When I said I wanted books, I meant stories. Literary satisfaction. Not freaking Moby Dick.” I held up a worn brown copy to make my point.

“Yeah… Animorphs and Goosebumps in elementary school do not a reader make.” “Hey, those are quality pieces of literature!” I declare. “Says who?” “Says me!” I huff, crossing my arms. “And I’ve read other books too! I like Stephen King and Michael Crichton and Neil Gaiman and—“ “Okay, okay,” he surrenders, lifting his hands and cutting me off. “Seriously, though, why are you going to the library?” “I’m going to do some research.” “For what?” “New training methods. Double checking some of the warrior laws for the kingdom.”

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“Alright, you caught me. The project is real, but I have been wanting to talk to you properly for a while. You just seem… different. In a good way. Most people on campus are all surface level. You actually think about the stuff we read.” Sera turned toward me, tucking one leg under her so her knee pressed lightly against my thigh. “I noticed you too, you know. The quiet guy in the back who always has something thoughtful to say but never pushes to be heard. What is your favorite book right now? The one you would take to a desert island.” “Probably ‘The Song of Achilles’,” I answered. “The way it handles love and longing. It feels so raw. What about you?” She leaned in a little closer. “I lov

I walked into the library and I could not hold back the excitement bubbling towards the surface. I mean who could believe that a man like Dante would have a library talk more, reading a book. I was in awe, I won’t lie. He just smiled at my reaction and we both talked about books. And the ones we've read and I knew that our taste in books were quite similar. I love any environment that had books. He took out a book from the shelf and I checked for the title.

No one was present and I had all the time choosing and deciding what I wanted. "You can buy three books, maximum" Karthik added from beside me. Only three books? Just three books out of all these eye-catching feasts before me? I wish I could buy the whole shelf because there were wide varieties of books also the books I wanted to read so badly which had been stuck on my wish list for years. I could see the Harry Potter series pocking out of the fantasy section; my all-time favorite book. But I had already read them back home so it's a waste of time. I also saw Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books to my left which excitingly was the crime and thriller section, I had almost read all of them too. I

He sounds both suspicious and paranoid, a lovely combination. “About—” I hesitate, praying to every deity out there that I’m not wrong about this, “About some books you wrote.” “I’ve written a lot of books. And how do you know that?” “I’m referring to a particular book series you wrote, Mr. Lowenstein,” my voice is politer as relief fills me. “About the Blood Moon Hybrid.” His face blanches. “Not interested.” But when he tries to slam the door closed, I stick my foot in, preventing him from doing so. “It’s important I talk to you!”

I nodded awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. “It's one of my favorite books to read, it's got everything you want to know about herbs in it. I would recommend for you to read but you don't seem like a big fan of books” “Nah, not this kind of book but I do love reading at times,” I said with a little laugh and then scratched the back of my head. “Uhm, you know I think I'll come back later, there's this little stuff I got to take care of”