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Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

She was shocked when she found the first copy editions of Harry Potter. "Don't these cost an arm and a leg now?" Olivia asked, raising a copy. "Well, they would set you back a few thousands but they are worth it," "I can't believe you have all the Jane Austen books," Olivia said admiring the collection. "I'm quite a fan," Celine grinned. "Even of Afrocentric authors?" Celine nodded. "Yeah, books are a portal to other worldviews and pathways towards knowledge, so it doesn't matter who wrote what,"

For someone with an empathy problem, you're making a lot of sense. "Mmm… I take your point.... personal but not too expensive...." I drop the lid of the laptop on Richard Burton and Scheherazade. ***** Later, scouring eBay, I find what I'm looking for. Second-hand, but beautifully produced and illustrated; a collector's edition, slightly dog-eared but not enough to spoil a gorgeous binding and a minor work of art. And before I wrap it, I take time to read some of the tales inside.... Fuck me.... and I thought these were stories for children....

was laundering millions through real estate By the time she pitched the story to her editor, she’d already lost sleep connecting dots no one wanted connected. The Tribune killed the piece, too risky, too thin, not worth the lawsuit. Two weeks later Aria resigned, trading the comfort of a steady paycheck for the freedom to chase a story no one else would touch. Freelance life hadn’t been glamorous. She’d written travel blurbs, restaurant reviews, anything to pay rent while she dug deeper. Each new lead circled back to the same name. Dominic Valente.

He walked toward the vendor, carefully examining all the books on the table. “Hm? How much is this book, auntie?” Xiao Chen asked the seller, picking up a nice-looking book that seemed to be about cultivation techniques. Although Xiao Chen knew that even though it was labeled as intermediate level, the book was actually a low-level one that was almost useless. “It’s only a thousand silver coins! And since it’s a celebration, I’ll give you a pretty big discount—you can buy it for just seven hundred silver coins, kid!” The seller immediately offered Xiao Chen a significant discount. But what?

I went through 5 books a week sometimes, and I couldn’t really afford to buy a new physical copy all the time. ----- An hour had passed since I had given up on reading a book. I was now bus browsing ways to make a good amount of money. I came across so many things, but half of them weren’t really genuine. Some sites promised to pay you hundreds of dollars just by watching a video, and I knew better than to believe bullshit. Half of them were either fake or didn’t offer much money. Until I came through a site that spoke about a few unconventional ways of making money. Sell drugs - The fuck I will.

Cooper responded. "Don't be shy with me. It's not expensive at all. There was a sale at the bookstore, so I got it for a dollar fifty." The smile on Mrs. Cooper's face froze at Avery's mention of the price of the book. Mrs. Cooper did not mind that the book was cheap, but she felt embarrassed for Avery. She angered Elliot, but bought a gift for him that was barely over a dollar? As if it was not already bad enough that she bought him a gift that was on sale, she openly paraded the fact that it was easy on the wallet!

"No, I hate you. You're a murderer." "Shona, please." Twisting my lips, I placed the destroyed book on the table side and walked out of the room to find him grinning. He nodded to the side. When I changed my gaze, I screamed, cupping my mouth. "I ordered your book. It's not author signed, but a new one. And I will read and mark the notes you made, I promise. Till then, you go through Game of Thrones books since you've trouble watching the series. And they're hardbacks." "But it was too costly." I had calculated the price of them together and they had calculated to total ten thousand, too over the budget I earned per month ever since I stopped using dad's money. "I can't take it."

“I also read thrillers. Dan Brown, Lee Child, and Matthew Reilly.” “I haven’t seen so many books in anyone’s house since a long time now,” she said, enchanted by the room. “Most people read on the Kindle.” “I like the feel of a paperback in my hand. The smell of books is irreplaceable.” She liked his old-fashioned thinking and appreciated how he was sharing these little insights with her.

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