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With a polite smile, she responded, "Hello. How may I assist you?" Curiosity gleaming in his eyes, he inquired, "Is this a place where one can find a vast array of books to delve into?" Vivian couldn't help but inwardly question if he had somehow missed the vast collection of books surrounding them. However, she maintained her composure and replied with polite professionalism, "Certainly! This library offers a wide variety of books to suit all tastes and interests. And the best part is, they are all available for free reading. If you possess a library card, you can even borrow books to enjoy at home."

When I went to the library I searched for the book I needed so I could find out all the information I needed. I have reached the end of the search. Eventually I found what I needed. I was about to take it when suddenly I saw something shining at the very end. I went right away. As I approached I closed my eyes to too much light. But that did not stop me from getting the thing that was shining. Gradually the light gradually faded until the light completely disappeared and I saw that it was a book. It was a brown book. It just looks like an ordinary book. It's just that it has a strange symbol in the middle of it. I don't know but someone tells me here all the information I need.

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we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

He just syphons out the information that is of relevance to tell me and Jake, so we wait with bated breath for him to talk again. Nikita huffs and leaves again, going back to the kitchen in a strop. I haven’t got time to deal with her over emotional need for attention right now so I ignore her and carry on looking over through the big book in my lap, desperate to find anything that can help. I stretch my arms high into the air above me and arch my back inwards, trying to relieve some of the aching pain form reading for so long. In the corner of the room, just in the shadows where the light doesn’t quite reach I notice a small tattered book. I place the book I had been reading onto the floor

I frowned, “Alright, thanks.” Making my way to the library, I went to the nonfiction area and began my search. If I could find what I was looking for here, then I'd be happy. I pulled one book out and glanced at it. It read, ‘Politics’, it wasn't what I wanted so I dropped it back. I pulled another one out and was about how to buy your time, authored by Dan Martell.

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 next day, the walls of my room feel like they’re closing in on me. I decide I need a change of scenery and grab my books, heading to the nearby park. The fresh air and open space might help clear my mind and give me a fresh perspective on my studies. The park is a welcome escape from the confines of my room. I find a quiet spot under a large tree, its branches providing just enough shade. The sound of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze create a soothing backdrop. I spread out my books and notebooks, ready to tackle my history reading.

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

I looked around in amazement. "I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for here, and if you need anything, you will find me in the kitchen." I thanked her, waiting for her to leave before I made my way over to the books, running my hand along them, siming the names as I did. There were millions of books in here, more than any one person could ever read in a lifetime, as I walked along, being overwhelmed by it all. I felt something calling to me, drawing me to a book that was shoved down the bottom of one of the shelves. I picked it up, dusting it off. It was ancient and looked like it hadn't been touched in years. I ran my hand over it, feeling the book drawing me to it, flipping open the c