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After calling me several times, Ian finally got my attention. He stood on tiptoes, trying to see the book's contents. "What's it about?" "Finance," I replied automatically. I'd grabbed the book randomly and hadn't even looked at it. After standing in one position for over an hour, my legs and neck were stiff. I closed the book and stretched. "Collector's Guide to Jewelry and Precious Stones." Ian read the cover as I closed it. I: ...

I didn't like to think of people being mean to Ivy. Most of the photos she was reading in them so I looked at the names of the books that she was reading. It seemed that she liked the classics. I wonder which ones she doesn't have. That was my mission. To find out which books she doesn't have and to see where I can get them from if they are hard to find. I knew that I could find them. And I would. I would do anything for Ivy.

Kristy lives downtown, within walking distance from the store, and I live on the outskirts of Thorne Hill in an old house I renovated myself. The rest of the morning goes on like any other. I recommend my favorite indie author to a group of college-age girls, hook up an older couple with a romance series that’s sure to put the spark back into their love life, and find the perfect self-help book for a shy teenager who I’m pretty sure is skipping school right now, but hey—who am I to judge?

She picked up many books individually and made a pile of them. "When will you read so many books?" Nina asked surprisingly. "When your boss is not around," Elaina winked and started looking for books again. She picked up books from famous authors like Jane Austin, Sarah, Colleen Hoover, and Anna Huang. Nina shook her head and made her way toward the exit.

"I'll give you a hand. I have nothing else to do." "Well, pick up a book and start reading," Laura said and Mark passed her a heavy, leather-bound book with faded writing on the front. "If there is anything even remotely useful in it then it goes on the pile by the staircase, if it's not useful it goes on the pile by the window." There was only one obvious pile: the one by the window. It was stacked high with books that Laura and Mark had looked through and found to be unhelpful. Indianna made her way to a chair and sat down, opening the book. She looked around at the library and swallowed. There were thousands of books. Was it possible that one of them had something that could help them?

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Ivanna Striding between the rows of shelves, I scan through all the books. It's been a long time since I got new ones. Honestly, I don't find the time for reading anymore. "What about this one?" Christian grabs a copy of 'IT ENDS WITH US "Do you think I haven't read it yet?" I chuckle. "It's my favourite one. I told you already" Twitching his lips, he puts it back on the shelf. "You have so many favourites''

I exclaim, Irene doesn’t seem to get me because she looks at me in question. “Well, you can pack your books and everything you need. And, if you still feel like you need something while you’re at the academy, you can always ring me up and I will be sure to get it arranged for you.” Irene knows about my obsessive love for books and she supports me for it. Iris and Irene get me stacks of books for my birthday every year.

CLYVE “WHAT THE BLOODY fuck?” I closed the book. It was so funny when I might be the first one to buy Sindy Kate. I ordered online, then I realized it would take a day before it could be delivered to my office. Then I had to walk to the bookstore and fill in line because apparently, it was a best-seller. I couldn’t be prouder for her that for a rookie author, she made it to the best-selling list.

“I mean you as a homebody, not as my boss or anything like that.” It might be an exaggeration to say that Ingrid felt that day was very serene. She was a homebody herself when it came to it, always staying home when she didn’t have work, but it was a different feeling when she was with a man, and they were just relaxing. And his house... God, it felt like home already. “What kind of books do you read?” she asked interestedly. “Stephen King, Dan Brown, Clive Cussler, John Grisham, and the like.”