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“I’m not certain. Do you remember those middle grade books we read as kids, the ones with two sides? You read a story through one side, it ended in the middle, then you flipped the book and read a different story from the other side?” I nod. As a kid I didn’t like to read any more than I do now, but I do remember those. “Yeah. They were the only kinds of books I really liked, those and the ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ books. Are you saying these stories are like . . . ?” Gavin shakes his head and leans forward. “Not the CYA books. Those were about choosing your own fate. No, Jesse and Scott’s stories are like those flip-book stories: they have the same characters, similar settings, but comple

Worn out by the sheer terror and the physical pain of the journey, Chika and my own frame eventually drop into an exhausted sleep, our bodies still tightly secured to the iron seat bolts. The moment my eyelids flutter open again, my senses perceive that the transport has unloaded our frames into a completely new sector. Absolute darkness wraps around our positions, with only a tiny, silver sliver of moonlight filtering through a high, barred window pane, casting long, ominous shadows across the concrete floorboards. A distinct, foul stink of old blood and oil hangs heavy in the stagnant air.

"God, please send me a dictionary to understand her language. Please, have mercy on your beloved child." * * * "This. No. This one, but I like the synopsis of this book, but this book came last month and it has been on my TBR for a long time." Huffing, I brushed my finger to another book. "What about this? It's about a time traveler." I got another from the shelf, read the synopsis and my mouth formed an O. "Wow. Twisted Alice in Wonderland story?" I placed both the books on Kabir's hand. "This on aliens. Which one should I buy? They all are so appealing."

At least he is nice. Sometimes after training or after meals, I would find a small surprise in my room. Chocolates, flowers, and books to relieve my boredom. I suspect it was Merideth, or maybe Jamie; they are the only people that have actually shown me any kindness since I’ve been here. Plus, the books were mostly sappy romance novels, which seems more like a Mistress Merideth’s thing. This was not a genre I’d ever read before, and I was quickly finding that I really enjoyed them. They were light and easy, and I didn’t have to think too hard. Yet, I still found myself completely pulled into the ridiculous stories. They gave me something else to think about other than my own horror story. Es

The books are just like I remember them, better than the movies. I read the book To All the Boys I've Loved Before and the books after that. Watched the movie after. To my surprise I really liked them. I decided to look more at the Author of those books and see what other things she wrote. I ended up reading The Summer I Turned Pretty and the books after that. Marke reaction, surprisingly good. I started reading Burn for Burn now. It's really good even though I've only read like three chapters and haven't really gotten to the good part. I started to draw way more too. I have a certain sketch book that I fill up and usually it takes about a school year. The one I got for my birthday that I ha

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot of erotica books. One huge volume stood out: The Kama Sutra.

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.

The kind meant for older kids but that August had started gravitating toward because picture books didn't have enough words. "This one is about a robot who wants to be an astronaut." Carter held up the first book. "And this one is about deep sea creatures. Real ones, not made up. And this one—" He pulled out a thick hardcover. "This one is about how bridges are built. It has diagrams." August's eyes went huge. He took the bridge book with both hands like Carter had given him something precious. Opened to the first page where there was indeed a detailed diagram of bridge architecture. "This is mine? To keep?"

He also picked up the two novels of Emily Diamond that his local library had on the shelf— The Kestrel and the Children and The Star of Autumn, though he hadn't got a chance to read a single page from either of them. Not that he expected some sort of answers from this television show and these two “works of urban fantasy and magical realism” (as the publisher described the novels on the dust jacket), but he figured he should still familiarize himself with them. “Leave no stone unturned,” he muttered to himself with a small laugh. Besides, people sometimes fixated on certain works of art for a reason, and maybe he could pick up some of the psychology of the deceased girls if he immersed himse