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She made me feel safe and welcomed, something I was gradually losing. I watched as she flipped through the pages of a book, her eyes scanning the pages like she was feasting on them. “Do you really have to finish reading that today?” I asked, crossing my arms as I stared at her. Apart from the fact that she loves cooking, she's obsessed with reading novels as well. Kiera is a book lover, someone that could finish a whole book in a single day. She raised her head slowly, meeting my gaze with a graceful smile, “Yes, I am.” she replied curtly, returning back to the book.

“ It all started around 6 years back when I was in the last year of my graduation and there was just few days remaining for the final exams to come for which I was very much worried about and hence started preparing for it and in course of which I used to go to the college library every day after the lectures for further studies means for extra studies And in the same process one day when I was finding a book and in the process I ended up hitting one of the shelf because of which one of the book fell on the ground and when I paid attention to that book I came to know that it was a book which was published two years back and that too in Singapore and even I was also tired, so I just decided t

There is much to be said for books. They can help you learn and educate yourself, or they can tell stories to excite the imagination. A book can teach you how to become just about anything. I, however, don’t get to read a lot of fiction. My parents were technology based people. They believed that the best way to learn was over the internet, watching tutorials and videos. Although I do believe this, there is a lot I could have learnt from reading. I’ve noticed there is a lack of emotional connection between myself and others. It appears that reading in their younger years helped them to develop the ability to connect with one another. I can’t even bring up the courage to say ‘hello’ to the gi

"What are you reading? Besides the textbook." The change in subject threw me. "Um, I just finished The Stand by Stephen King." His eyes lit up. "The Stand? That's over a thousand pages. You actually finished it?" "I've read it three times," I admitted. "Three times?" He looked genuinely impressed. "Most people won't even read it once because of the length." "The length is part of the appeal," I said, feeling slightly more confident talking about books. "You get to live in that world for longer, get to know the characters so deeply. It's like being part of something bigger than yourself."

Why is the book all chained? Is the information too precious? But my attribute is ice, and will the book freeze if I use it? I frowned and felt helpless. This is all so new to me, and it was too sudden. The moment I arrived in this sacred land, all I did was read books nonstop. As much as I love reading, I couldn't possibly absorb all the knowledge in the books all at once. This is too much! My brain might explode if this continues. But I was curious about what was written in this book. They all seem extraordinary and mysterious.

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I was relief that she was back to herself, and she was smiling again rather than clutching to her stomach in pain. At one point, she laughed out loud. I furrowed my brows, wondering if books could really be that interesting or if she was just exaggerating. I had never read a book before, except for those related to the DeLuca history. The entire collection of books here was purely for show because the library concealed the exit out of this house. It became more stocked with books after I asked Ivan to get Lisa the genres she enjoys. While I have no clue about books, Ivan had a bit of knowledge in that area. I had only been taught about the mafia world during my training, so I never had the c

I bite back more laughter. She lets out a huff of frustration. “Since I found the library. I wanted to be prepared, so I wasn’t bad at it.” “Not everything has to be textbook,” I tell her. “I know you have lived your life through books until now, but you can live through experiences now.” “I will not be abandoning books,” she scoffs. I run my fingers along her arms. “I expect nothing less.” “Was I bad at it?” She asks in a whisper.

I pulled away as soon as I felt him touch me. "I'll be down once I've finished this book," I lied again. I turned my attention back to the books, not worrying about the fact that I would be hurt again by not wanting him to touch me. The more books I read, the better I started to feel. I didn't know what it meant; all I knew was that I needed to read them. Every part of me screamed for the information that was in them. But the strange thing was, it wasn't about the words that were written on the pages as I flicked through them. I didn't read a single word. As I scanned the pages, I could hear the voices of the people who had written the books. They were telling me their stories.

Now, all I needed was time to amass savings without the burden of additional expenditures. Finally, I felt peace… *** Alex. Growing up in an orphanage taught me the profound lesson of impermanence: nothing truly belonged to me, as everything was shared. Clothes would pass from older to younger siblings and then to even younger ones, embodying a cycle of temporary ownership devoid of exclusivity. Yet, within this environment of communal sharing, I discovered the unique treasure of books. Reading a book allowed me to possess something intangible and exclusively mine: knowledge. This knowledge, once acquired, remained indelibly etched in my mind, a personal wealth that no act of sharing could d