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‎ ‎"Did you modify your tongue? It's sharpened with more nonsensities than ever." ‎"Hey, hey." Loralye snapped the book in her hand shut before she approached me. Then, she smirked in my face, placed a hand on my shoulder to push me down to the couch below and placed her book on my lap. "That's no way for a therapist to talk." ‎ ‎I returned her smile. "Just checking if there's really anything up there. You know, like squirrels check their nuts to hear if they're hollow or mostly just empty."

he said, extending the book towards me. I took the book, my fingers brushing against the cover as I examined the title. "Little Women," I read aloud, a sense of familiarity washing over me. "Yes, it was Jacob's favorite book, and I think you will find it captivating too," he explained, his voice filled with warmth and nostalgia. "I'm sure I will," I replied, a soft smile playing on my lips, feeling a connection to Jacob through this shared love for literature. I ran my fingers along the cover, appreciating the weight of the book and the memories it held.

I said. "Well then," he said. "Please enlighten me: what is your favorite film and book?" "Favorite film is Gone with The Wind, favorite book is Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy." He grimaced. "I half-expected the gushy romance part, but not the lack of happy endings," Adam said. ''Lack of happy endings?!'' I asked. "Says the man whose favorite book is The Art of War..." "I see your point." I leaned forward and pulled out the bag of breakfast that Mrs. Chandler had sent us.

I couldn’t tell Aunt Hilda, nor could I tell Alex—they both hated Scott and would rather drink a bottle of ink than hear his name. “Don’t worry, Allison. I’m going to stay for a few more days before heading back to New York” he said and it made me feel happy. “Did little Liam enjoy the storybooks I gave him?” “Yes, he did. He won’t stop talking about it. Kids his age love playing with toys, but Liam prefers books. He watches SpongeBob, but books are his favorite, just like his father,” I grinned, but then I stopped, realizing what I had just said.

I tell him. “I agree, I could not fault him. I think we are done discussing Twisted Games, let us move on Twisted Lies, which is actually my favourite book out of all them,” Blake says. I think about my favourite book and I say to him, “My favourite book is actually Twisted Games, I really love Rhys and Bridget.”

She asks, taunting. "No, just you." I slip my hands in my pockets, countenance plastic. "You're my favorite doll. I get a kick from cutting your braids and dunking you in water. I like the thought of shredding your clothes with scissors and leaving you in a cold, dark corner. I like breaking you." I pause. "If only you would be a good doll and let me break you properly. I know you're just dying for me to."

She moved on, tracing the edges of the books, pulling out the ones she was familiar with, and giving short lectures on them, recounting her favourite part with animated excitement. I learned her worst author was Charles Kirkson because his books always put her in a mood. I didn't say a word. I just watched her. Marvelled by her beauty. Her intelligence. I felt my chest tighten. She had no idea how beautiful she looked like this. She didn't know how she commanded every bit of my attention without even trying. She stopped abruptly, then turned to me, “What are your favourites? I mean, apart from Pride and Prejudice. I tilted my head, “You want to know?”

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You could easily tell by the beautiful cover. “You’re back early” He says closing it. “I had no idea you read these types of books” I sat beside him and took it up. “I’m full of surprises” He says, taking it from me. “This is one of my favorite books. The story is just perfect!” “I know right! Suzanne Collins is so dope!” “I agree,” he replied, chuckling. “For once we agree on something”

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.