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When she asked him what kind of books he liked, Christian answered slowly. “No matter how many times I get asked that question, the answer is always the same. My favorite book is ‘Meditations on Quixote’ by Jose Ortega y Gasset. Every time I read it, I fall in love with it all over again. You should try it too when you get a chance. I think you might also like ‘I Am Not I’ by Juan Ramon. Lorca’s poems are also very memorable.” This was a night she could never forget.

It doesn’t matter that I don’t see any; I’m aware of them now. I climb the stairs and can’t resist pushing on a door that’s partially open—cameras or no. It’s directly across the hall when I reach the landing. I’m excited to find that it’s a library with books lining tall oak shelves. There are two comfortable reading chairs and behind them a large business desk. I wonder if this is Moon’s office. Snooping in different rooms is one thing. Going through his desk quite another, and I won’t do it. I’ll forget that Moon told me to treat his home as my own. Instead, I search the shelves and read titles. It’s barely after twelve and I need to kill some time. I should have asked Mr. Thug where Moon

Adrian Hale laughed, actual laughter, and she'd heard him laugh before but not like that, not in her kitchen with her mother telling stories. She thought: I didn't know this was possible. She thought: I built the wrong thing for five years. At the door, on his way out, he stopped. He turned, the same way he always did with the one more thing, and she stood ready for it. "The book," he said. "One Hundred Years of Solitude, with the coffee ring. I left it in your bag on purpose." She looked at him. "Page 212," he said. "You'll find the margin note."

It doesn't matter that I don't see any; I'm aware of them now. I climb the stairs and can't resist pushing on a door that's partially open-cameras or no. It's directly across the hall when I reach the landing. I'm excited to find that it's a library with books lining tall oak shelves. There are two comfortable reading chairs and behind them a large business desk. I wonder if this is Moon's office. Snooping in different rooms is one thing. Going through his desk quite another, and I won't do it. I'll forget that Moon told me to treat his home as my own. Instead, I search the shelves and read titles. It's barely after twelve and I need to kill some time. I should have asked Mr. Thug where Moon

I still thought of Lyndon’s words about the prior murder case in Argao because I was there. I AM CURRENTLY reading CareLikeGoldFish’s work. The book is a mystery-thriller and even without romance, I couldn’t stop reading it whole because the scenes are so familiar, it’s like I’ve seen them before. Just like the scene where the main character shot his friend. It’s the same as what I saw there in Boljoon two months ago.

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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“I prefer reading non-fiction in my free time. Most recently, I read Sapiens, by Yuval Noah Harari, which is a history of humans and their social structures. I intend to read the sequel, Homo Deus, next.” “Sounds enthralling,” Andre muttered, rolling his eyes for my benefit. “I assure you it was.” The bartender smoothly replaced the empty margarita pitcher with a fresh one, placing an empty glass in front of Roman. The Englishman nodded his head in thanks. “We read each other’s favorite books,” I explained. “Andre’s is Red Storm Rising.” “By that military tosser Tom Clancy?” Roman scoffed haughtily. “His books are overly stuffed with bollocks acronyms and officer jargon. It’s the rare case w

Up close, I could see better how beautiful the blue combined with honey of his left eye was, and how clear the honey color of his right eye was. Mason tilted his head. “Do you like my eyes?” I looked away. “No, they're just…” fascinating, different. “Different...” Mason said the word slowly as if evaluating something. Looking down, I could see the book resting on his lap: 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. A classic, huh? Mason lifted the book slightly. “I told you I liked to read.” "I didn't think you were telling the truth." He raised an eyebrow. "Have I ever lied to you?"