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She was relieved I was here for the books and not something else. "Of—Of course, sir." Another swallow. Her gaze slid to my brow piercing, then fled. "Wh—What kind of books are we looking at?" "Anything," The word left my mouth before my brain stamped it. Rookie move. You don't walk into a store filled with over fifty categories and not have any in mind. She gave me a small, beady look—politely suspicious—and I knew I had to patch the hole. "My friends and I, we're doing sort of a reading challenge. For a week, we're meant to just read. The person with the highest number of books read gets an awesome reward."

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We didn't have this back in the my pack but my uncle always got me books to read. Eager to explore, I set off down the aisles, my fingers grazing the spines of countless books. Each one seemed to whisper its secrets to me, beckoning me further into the labyrinth of knowledge. I couldn't contain my excitement as I selected my first book, feeling its rough texture beneath my fingertips. I found a comfortable spot in a cozy nook, nestled among the towering shelves, and began to lose myself in the words.

The title of the book, with its light blue hardcover and beautiful illustrations, made me stare at it for a long time. My hand moved to my belly unconsciously. For some reason, that title felt too personal... “Little bear...” I murmured softly. “Do you love Mama the most too?” I had read somewhere that babies could hear voices while still inside the womb. If you read to them, it would be beneficial. A small smile appeared on my face. “Let’s read about the little bear... and should we get some other books too?” I whispered. Then I walked inside. Entering the bookstore felt like entering a whole new world.

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A reader? I feel drawn to the shelf like a moth to a flame. My fingers trail over the spines — classic literature, philosophy, ancient history. Lost in the titles, my eyes land on a beautiful leather-bound edition of Wuthering Heights. I rise onto my toes, straining, my fingers just brushing its edge. It wobbles and then falls from the shelf with a heavy thud that sends a cloud of dust into the air making me sneeze twice.

"It’s wonderful. Now I can place more books on it." "Then you can buy more books," Felix added. I was amazed by the number of books he brought home. a box of books circulating around the internet that I’m definitely curious about. "Books are your own kind of drugs." "No, books are her babies," Jay corrected. They’re both right. Buying books is, for me, a form of addiction. Reading them transports me to different places. It makes me feel like I'm talking to people I've never met in my life. It entertained me in a good way, without any harm. Romances make me feel the kiss of true love. Horror, thrillers, and suspense chilled my bones from skull to toe. Historical fiction taught me a lot about

It seemed like the perfect time to immerse myself in my reading. I wasn't a romantic woman so the novels that revolved around a love story seemed very boring to me. The book I was reading was suspenseful and I was very intrigued, I was so immersed in the story that I was really scared when my alarm went off. I grabbed my phone and read the reminder. It was time to study. I turned the page I was reading and put the book on my desk.

They just stood by a shelf in the back, facing me like statues carved for intimidation. ‎ ‎Roxie had no idea. She cheerfully led me to a table near the tall windows. ‎ ‎“See? Best light for reading,” she said proudly. ‎ ‎“Uh-huh,” I murmured, forcing a smile. “You need to start reading,” she began. “They're a lot of things you need to catch up on.” As we sat down she placed a few books in front of me. ‎I opened a random book just to keep my hands busy. My eyes skimmed the words, but nothing registered. My mind was too busy screaming.

Isn't it natural for me to ask? After the taxi arrived in front of the bookstore, I entered the store and drowned myself among the shelves filled with books. I bought novels in random genres. Reading novels makes me feel like I am entering another world where I can feel what the main character is going through. It was quite fun; I could forget my troubles for a while. I fell when someone bumped into me. All the books I was holding were scattered on the floor. Come on, doesn't he see that this place is quite wide? Does it make sense to bump into someone in such a large place?