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I recognized some of the books from the cover and that was what pulled me in and I decided to check it out. There were more books than I’d ever seen in my entire life, and they all had stories about us that I’d never heard before. I was held up in there for a few hours before he came in and caught me going through his books. Initially, I had wanted to go through his notes about the things he had read already. Reading these books will be such a hard chore, I can’t finish reading everything even if I wanted to. I decided to just read his notes and see what he knew, but he caught me going through his notes and he flipped on me immediately.

"So, go ahead and read it to me." "Alright." Danica sighed, picking up the book and flipping to the first page. "Then, shall I begin?"

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The little girl was very glad to get what she was searching for. Lexa went through the page that explained how to hide any scent, but the process was somehow strange to her, and she checked the book again to make sure she picked the right one. Is this book a joke or what? She questioned herself inwardly and shook her head. Lexa continued to read the page, but it was kind of difficult for her, cause she had no opportunity to get educated. The only way she got to know how to read was through her friends and some little teachings she did for herself.

They had loads and she kindly sent them to my house this morning, I close my bedroom door where books where stacked on my desk. "We need to read these, I just have this feeling that if these things are real she's involved somehow" I say picking a book up placing it in Reece's lap who was sat on the bed, I also grab one beginning sitting next to him. "I have to read? I haven't done that since school" he whines looking over at me, I send him a look where makes him nod opening him a book "well I'm starting today, but what am I actually looking for?" He asks looking at the words on the pages confused, I honestly didn't know what I was looking for at this point.

“I guess people in the North never read. Do you fight others all day?” “Haven’t you heard? We don’t just fight them. We destroy them.” She shivered. “As for reading, I’ve never seen a person read upside down before. That’s certainly not how we, Northerners, read. Since you’re here, you should give us a few tips on how you do it so excellently, princess. We love to learn new things.” Her mouth opened wide, unconsciously tempting me once again, as she stared at the book she was holding. She had been looking at it, but her mind was obviously not there.

Peeking around the room, I ensure no one is in sight. Climbing onto the chair next to the bookshelf, I run my fingers along the spines of the books. Jessica told me that it would be the one with no writing. Finally, I find it. An old tattered book that has clearly been looked through a thousand times. Standing on my tiptoes, I carefully pull the book off the shelf and slide down onto the chair.

There's a drawing on it. "Wow..." I murmur, my small, dainty fingers tracing the illustration of what looks like a cave door. On the page next to it, a bunch of text is written. I can't read any of it. All the pups my age can read. My eyes skim across the ink, tracing the letters and their shapes. I remember that Uncle Gideon has another book, I see it often when he teaches other pups how to read. Walking away from the desk, I look for that book. I find it high on the shelf, so I push the sofa chair until it's positioned right. Then I climb onto the seat and the backrest. I reach for the book, grabbing the spine of it. Once I'm down, I go back to the desk. I don't know how much time has pass

I had barely spent an hour reading when the sound of falling books caught my attention in the silent library. “Good lord!” I cried.

" The ones I mentioned are these here. - He points on the shelf and then hands it to me. I do the whole ritual whenever I pick up a new book, or at least new to me. I leaf through it, breathe in the aroma of the paper, read the back cover and the flaps. They are medium-volume books, less than two hundred pages long. The synopses captivate me. I try not to be swayed by the information that they are Max's favorites. I realize I'm deep in reading when Max takes them from my hands. "Not to read now.