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he questions. I nod my head. "Yes," I say again. "I've always loved reading." "Book," he says in a gruff voice. "Liffatin. Can you repeat that back to me?"Liffatin," I repeat. "That's a beautiful word. You know, back in my kingdom there was a little shop called a library and it harbored many, many books. Some were sad, some were happy, some were full of action and tales of courageous princes and princesses, fictional tales of fire-breathing dragons and fairies and demons. A book is where imagination takes flight."

I close the door quietly. I spend an hour in the smaller library looking at the books. He has everything. Fiction. Nonfiction. Art books. History. A whole shelf of poetry that looks like it has never been touched. I pull out a volume of Mary Oliver and flip through it. Someone has dog-eared a page. I read the poem. "Wild Geese." I read it twice.

After casually flipping through the pages, she was shocked to learn it was a book on the historical literature of the Archad ethnic group. She wasn't fluent in Archadic and could only understand a little. She looked up at the lazily lounging man on the couch while asking, "You're proficient in Archadic?" Spencer nodded. "Yeah, I briefly learned it once." Lucille cocked a brow, doubting that he had only learned it briefly. She bet it wasn't as brief as he made it out. "Have you read all of these books?" She spoke again, expressing her doubt. She had glanced at the area and guessed there were at least 200 books of various types. There were books about biographies, historical literature, financ

Arian's pov The atmosphere was bubbling with excitement as the reading festival began in the grand hall. Bright decorations adorned the walls and pillars, infusing the space with an air of excitement and creativity. Shelves behind the main hall overflowed with books of every genre: fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and more. The colors and titles of the novels seemed to dance on the shelves, inviting attendees to explore their stories. New generation authors and readers mingled, their faces lit up with enthusiasm as they discussed their favorite books and writers. I should have been floating with pride but my stomach was knotted, my palms damp with sweat.

In every book I read, I always pick up a life lesson. I've read about antagonists who have all the wealth and power they need to survive – all because they've reached a high attainment in education. But their morals are crooked. I don't venture on a path like that. So it doesn't matter that I never went to school. As long as I have morals and principles, I am still acceptable in the society. I think that literature is one of the most significant expressions of humanity. It breaks the stone-hard ice buried within us. It awakens our senses, as well as our subconscious mind to consciousness.

He figured that there should be more books in it. He placed the parcel on the floor, grabbed himself a cutting knife, and took out the books from the box. All the books were for pregnant women: "All You Need to Know about Pregnancy", "Food for Pregnant Women", "Keeping Fit for Pregnant Women", "Music for Babies", "Pre-natal Stories for Expecting Fathers"... the list went on and on. Lucas' heart throbbed as he stared at the five books in front of him. He wanted to place them back on the bookshelf, but then his arms turned as heavy as lead.

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Maybe his own thinking was just too conservative. With this in mind, James searched online for answers to many related questions. He came across a term repeatedly mentioned online: "BL literature." He decided to explore it and instantly discovered a whole new world. He thought to himself, if it's called "literature," it must have some depth to it, right? Maybe if he learned more about it, he could come to accept it more easily. However... The covers of these books seemed a bit too frivolous, reminiscent of the comics Diana had shared before, which struck him as oddly similar.

There were piles of books on her table, and there was a request for more books that she had drafted out. “My lady, let us leave.” Liora begged, following behind me impatiently. I checked through some of her books, and they were mostly fiction. My eyes caught a particular book under a pile of books, and I reached for it instantly. “My lady, you're going to get me killed.” Liora groaned as I picked up the book. “THE ADVENTURES OF LADY KILMARTIN.” I read out loud. “Huh?” Liora mumbled.

“I know what you mean. I had one too—it was a family outing for us, going to the library. My mom insisted my brother and I read books if we wanted to play video games. I was that nerdy kid who actually preferred reading to gaming. I guess it carried over into adulthood.” Fiona’s gaze focused on his face, and one side of her mouth smirked. “Nothing wrong with that.” Handing the book back to him, she continued to investigate the books lining the shelves. “Do you have a favorite in here or in one of the boxes?” Chris chuckled. “Well, having a degree in English Literature, you’d think so. But I love so many of them. I’m partial to the classics—Keats and Shelley, Lord Byron, Shakespeare…”