Friends Of.the Library Bookstore の小説・ストーリー

I almost mistook her for an ogre. An old one. "Good morning, ma'am.". I giggled. "And no, I don't have friends." I said that my response is simple and straightforward. It is not entirely true that I don't have any friends. I do, but right about now, she should be screaming and drooling over the were-ball team. "I see". The library lady carried the books that were on the table and left me to continue reading. Each time that passes, I fail to expand my mind on the historical and cultural heritage of my kind.

Their rendezvous in the quaint bookstore set the stage for a unique companionship, a literary dance where words intertwined, creating a narrative of shared passions, untold tales, and the unfolding odyssey of their intertwined fates. Amidst these blossoming connections, Marvis met new friends. A charismatic artist, Isabella, captivated Marvis with her vibrant paintings that mirrored the town's evolving spirit. A wise elderly man, Mr. Daniel, became a source of sage advice, offering Marvis glimpses into the town's history and guiding her through the uncharted waters of self-discovery.

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“Weird.“ I muttered, shook the bad feeling off me, and opened the library door to step in. The library was always nosy because it wasn't only the people from the pack who came in to read but students too. Libraries were supposed to be silent, but this one was the opposite. People often came there to catch up with their friends rather than read and do research. “Sony.“ I called, but all I could get back was the echo of my own voice. “I should go and look for the librarian.“ I thought, stepped into the library, and skipped down the aisle towards the librarian's office. Yes, this librarian didn't have a desk, but a whole soundproof office with a bed, chairs, and all the essentials he would need

"No, she was a social worker." "What a beautiful profession." "Yeah, she was a truly beautiful person. Can I visit your clinic, Patricia, someday?" "But of course! It's always a pleasure when the clinic receives visitors and, as we call them, friends of AA." "What is that, AA friends?" "It's when people who go to meetings and are not dependent get involved with alcoholics, but they are not one. Many family members get involved in the struggle of their loved one and dependent, friends, relatives, and are called friends of AA."

But I don't want to sound like I was taking advantage of it. Reading books has been a thing of man ever since. My friends would always nudge me back to reality since I am getting too engrossed in reading when I do find time to read or when I really get hooked with what I am reading. I always dream about owning a big space than my room at home to store the books I have collected through the years but never, as in never, in a million chance did I see myself getting to have or even receive a grand place like this as a library of my own. To me, it's still so magical having to be trapped in this place filled with fictional places stored on each of the pages.

How was she supposed to explain to the company that she had been cowering indoors as the thugs of West LA started their riot? They called the cops but it took them a while. In fact, Becky had risked her life by coming out because the cops never arrived till she left. She'd never experienced such drama before that it looked like some Mafia gang movie. Her roommate, Mel, and friend of barely a week, hadn't returned since Saturday when she went on a love trip to Paris with her boyfriend.

I asked the librarian eagerly. “You got lucky…” She said and a wide smile approached my face. “There is a small library in your town and my friend, Dan, works there. He told me that he has one copy of that book. So you can go there and ask for it. I have already told him about you… So you just need to go there. I am sending you the address” She added. “Oh my God… Thanks a lot… Thank you so much…” I said to her restlessly.

She tucks her hanging ID as she speaks, "You know, this library is going to be closed soon." "That's what's troubling you?" I ask. "Yes, the Student Council has been getting a lot of complaints about how this library have become a messy spot.." Tiffany explains. "People only come here to hide between the shelves, and smoke, or drink, or even kiss and do PDA! They're disrespecting this place's sacracy!" Seeing her delicate white skin flushes in frustration, all I could do is nod. "That's unacceptable." "Yeah. So, when the librarian, Ms. Erika, assigned the Library Friends to help her put things straight," Tiffany's shoulders jerk. "Some of us—have snapped pictures, catching people right-hande