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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.

"What's your favorite book?” I thought for a moment. "Hmm, that's a tough one," I said with a low tone. "I'd have to say...'Pride and Prejudice. It's a classic, I know, but there's something about Elizabeth Bennet, her intelligence, her...growth throughout the story. It's inspiring, in a way. It reminds me to...never judge too quickly, to always look for the good in people." Noah smiled. " Interesting. I've read it, of course," he said. "It's a...solid choice.

“Then what are some of your favorites?” “Would it be cheesy to say that all of these are?” She pulled out a copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude. “You’ve read all these? Impressive. I don’t know if I’ve read thirty percent of the books on my shelf.” “I only keep the ones I like. I have a rule that if I don’t read a book within a year of buying it, I donate it.” She laughed. “If I had that rule, I wouldn’t have any books left.” Placing the book in her hand back onto the shelf, she continued looking before taking out another one. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover, huh? I have read this one.”

But somehow, with her, I was losing control all over again. Every damn thing reminded me of her. Even this room, neat, warm, filled with shelves of books. My eyes lingered on the titles stacked perfectly by the wall. Jane Austen. Oscar Wilde. Emily Brontë. She loved those. I could still remember the way she’d sit by the window with a cup of tea, reading for hours. She’d hum softly, sometimes reading out loud lines she found beautiful. And I’d tease her, tell her those old books made no sense but secretly, I liked listening.

"I enjoy a good fantasy novel, but I also like historical fiction, memoirs, and even non-fiction. As long as it's well-written and engaging, I'll give it a try. Anything written by Williams Shakespeare is irresistible to me." "That's a great attitude to have," Stephen said. "Have you read anything particularly good lately?" I thought for a moment. "I was on the verge of completing 'The Night Circus' by Erin Morgenstern, before…" the longing for home shut me up for a moment. "It was a magical, immersive story that really transported me to a different world. I highly recommend it if you haven't read it." I said, bracing myself. “I’m sure you’ll find it in the library. There are lots of books t

The little old librarian with white curly hair, rimmed spectacles, and flowery dress smiles at me warmly across the tables when I pass her by and leaves me to browse. I must admit, I love the smell and aura of ancient books, the feeling of being surrounded by old, treasured pages. Back home my own library is my favourite place to spend time. Books retain some sort of presence from past readers, and it can be felt in the air all around me because I’m sensitive to energy vibrations in all things, be they living or not. A warm familiar sensation comes from books, like a gentle breeze on a hot day, or a soothing hug when you need it most, and that relaxes me. It’s because books are beloved thing

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.

he asked, his voice quieter this time, as if afraid to disturb the peace of the shop. I glanced at him, “I love them,” I said, running my fingers along the spines of the books. “They’re like an escape—a way to step into another world, even if it’s just for a little while.” He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long. “I get that,” he said, his voice barely audible. I stopped in front of a section labeled Legends and Lore. The titles immediately caught my eye: The Myths of Moonsdale, The Wolves of the Moonlight, The Moon’s Chosen.

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Leading the way into the living room, she added, "And there's a couple of new radio shows that debuted last month. Nothing that stands out though. I think you're right. I miss Alias Jimmy Valentine too." "Oh! Not there, please, Lily! Those have to go back to the library." With an annoyed flick of a brow, Lily lifted her coffee mug to give Evelyn time to move the books aside. "The Roman Revolution. Diplomacy," she commented drily, tilting her head to one side, reading the titles along the book spines. "The Empire of the Steppes. The Wimsey Papers. Why can't you just read Agatha Christie like everyone else?"