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She looked at her mom. “Can you do this every day?” Elena paused, brushing hair from her face. “I’ll do it as many days as I can.” And that—somehow—was better than a promise. ⸻ New Rhythms The day unfolded not with grand plans, but with the ease of rediscovery. They took a walk to the bookstore on 9th Avenue. Elena let Lila choose three books—even the one with the glittery vampire pony. Adrian bought coffee from their old corner spot, the barista doing a double take when Elena walked in. “Back from the dead?” she teased.

Eleanor sat in the field looking from her sketchbook to Storm and back again. Her ability had improved a lot in the past month, but she still could not get the horses neck to look right and with Mairead gone she could get no pointers or lessons to fix it. She’d never be as skilled as Mairead, but her drawings were fairly nice now. Especially when she drew plants or flowers, things that didn’t move much. She was not nearly as good if she had to hold an image of a living creature in her mind and draw it with accuracy after it had moved. She was a bit disappointed that Eliana wouldn’t try learning to draw with her. She had hoped to be close with her sister once again, but she and Eliana had lit

In her own mind, she warned Benjamin from ever coming in front of her daughter’s way of happiness. It was the next day. The sun rose with a bright shine falling on the Harper Mansion. It was a busy day in the kitchen as some maids rushed forth to prepare breakfast for Tom, Eliza and Eleanor. Eleanor was sitting at the dining table with an adventure fiction book fascinating her eyes. Whenever she got a chance, she would spend the time to finish reading all the books she had in her possession before renting out new ones. She was wearing a navy blue long sleeve top with a plaid red skirt which was her school’s uniform. Her hair was neatly combed with a red band holding it in place and her bangs

the girl requested and Mila nodded. "Eleanor and Park is a really good book, and also Just Friends is a great one," Mila told the girl as she handed her the books. The girl examined the books, then thanked Mila and went to pay. Mila returned to the table and she found somebody reading what she was writing. She walked quickly and took the notebook from his hands, closing it. Annoyance was crystal clear on her face.

Amara seemed like a curious little thing too, she was roaming and looking through the books. Judging from the look in her eyes, Eleanor knew that she might have some Alpha blood right now, she was no different from the other kids down at the streets of the capital. She didn’t know how to read; Eleanor knew she probably didn’t know how to write as well. The two always came together. One could bring a girl out of poverty, but you cannot bring poverty out of a girl.

“Do you have any books of poetry? Robert Barrett Browning, or maybe Elizabeth Barrett Browning?” Mackenzie’s throat tightened. Her favorites… “Certainly, right this way,” she said, leading them over a few rows, then down a short aisle. “All of our hardbacks are here. I have a few paperbacks in the used section.” “Perfect.” The girl let go of her boyfriend long enough to snatch a book off a shelf. Mackenzie nodded as the two bent their heads over the volume. Sighing, she headed back toward the counter. Why should she be upset over a couple of kids mooning over Elizabeth and Robert and each other?

After that he stood and left me in the room. Now barely an hour later he sends me a trunk full of books. Ella moved to stand behind me and I could hear her sharp intake of breath when her eyes landed on the books. "They're beautiful, right?" Ella only nodded her head and leaned down to touch the spines of one of the books. They weren't really books to be precise, well they were books but not really big ones, almost like journals, just bigger and fresher. The covers were embossed in a beautiful flower pattern, each color having a flower of its corresponding color on it.

And to my editor and trusted friend, Chibuzor Victor Obih, for encouraging me with kind words even when the storm was too large for me to calm. The whole sky was the colour of her skin. Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and park.

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

She hadn’t expected him to be a Dickens fan. “I’ll be sure not to eat the wedding cake,” Eleanor said before she could stop herself. She was naturally chatty and even a bad mood couldn’t quite keep her from bantering. “Ah, she reads,” Daniel said. “Good. I’m trying to reorganize my library this week. An extra pair of hands will be a great help.” “Eleanor loves books,” he said. “She even works in a bookstore so at the very least you’ll have a perfectly alphabetized collection.”