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I believed in him. A few moments later, I moved through the shelves slowly, running my fingers on the spines of new books, wondering which one would be a good read. I was through with the ones I had selected. I needed a book out get invested in to kill time. I had too many choices, they were all attractive. Shrugging picked a book. I concluded any would l do as I flipped through it's pages. I got engrossed pretty soon. I spent my whole day with the books in the library. Time flew by really fast. I didn't notice a thick blanket of darkness had already covered the skies, it was night already. I knew I had to be home soon, but I decided to read one more book, or borrow if I had to. Just then, m

Someone who wanted to read it had to be careful if they didn't want to make a mistake. I did just that. Reading all those books without caring about the passing of time. I felt that I couldn't see Zephyr now. I was afraid that the anger that consumed me would invite a conflict that would end in regret. I'd rather vent on these books while finding out about something. A total of twenty books I had flattened in just one night. I blinked my eyes as I recalled all the books I had read. The books related to history had more than one mate.

Smiling, I knew exactly where I would spend most of my days. Taking this time to explore the books on all the shelves, I can’t help but find all sorts of novels within them. Books ranging from History all the way to Fiction. Law books to Art books, books even leaning towards the Erotica side of things. There was even a shelf solely made for cooking. Hmm… Thinking as to how I was going to start my revenge for all the shit they put me through, I knew only one thing when it came to mind and that was they were definitely way too serious, which was never a good thing. They needed to relax.

Only that Charles called it rape--it had just been a forceful kiss, if you asked the therapist. This time however done with the pleasantries, Adulf Cain cross legged in dark slacks and boots was stoic while he figured out what earnest hemmingway's old man and the sea thing was all fogging about. Dr montoya came to stand beside him. "You told me last three years that you never read fiction. " "I told you I read the entire atlas shrugged. " "Why, that's fiction. " "Not anything from mills and boons is it? "He had not glanced back at her.

He closed the door behind him and I blew some air from my mouth in a sigh. Dinner time arrived almost within the blink of an eye, and I was dumbstruck at how time quickly flew by. Ana showed me the huge library that collected books of every genre and I was delighted to find Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. I had never read the story before, so I thought to give it a try since I had nothing more to do.

Reading was one of my favorite pastimes because it allowed me to step into the shoes of heroes and strong lead characters so that I could at least pretend for a few hours that I was normal or even extraordinary. As I devoured the whole book and its sequel, I completely lost track of time. When I closed the last book and stood up to put both books back on the shelf, it was pitch-black outside. I realized that I had read two whole books, but how had I managed to kill almost an entire afternoon/evening simply reading. A glance at the clock told me that it was 11:00 p.m., one hour until my birthday and one hour until I would have my first shift. My stomach began to hurt in anticipation. It was a

He held up the book I was reading and gave me an incredulous look, “Know your Earth? You can’t be serious!” “It’s a good read,” I defended myself. “There are other less depressing and boring genres you can read apart from this. Romance, thriller... you are too young to be reading this!” “I’m not into romance, fairy tales or horrors, especially not mythologies.” Ever since werewolves and vampires stopped being Halloween stories and became more real than fiction in my life, I just couldn’t read those kinds of books anymore. Romance books only reminded me of the love of my life and how I had abandoned him in fear and desperation. I should write a book on my own life, it would be a best seller,

These good hours that he/she would invest in a good read would leave a little smile on their everyday gloomy faces. After reading the whole series of Harry Potter I was aspired to be one of their kind. I even put the protective charms outside my room, to keep away all the evil and I believe it sort of worked. I grew up reading Shakespeare, Conan Doyle, Ruskin Bond, Agatha Christie, Jane Austen, William Wordsworth, John Green, Lemony Snicket and many such marvelous writers and poets. Though one may not be able to create stories or write poems, one can always entertain themselves by reading the enriching literature that lets you explore the world, without having to move your feet.

"Go. Browse. Get lost." I did. I lost myself in the fiction section, running my fingers along spines, reading first lines, falling into the rhythm of book shopping that I'd forgotten I loved. Ronan never wanted to spend time in bookstores—he said they made him claustrophobic. But I could have lived in a place like this. I chose three books: a literary novel about a woman reinventing herself after divorce, a poetry collection, and a thick fantasy epic I'd been meaning to read for years.

He is quite famous on our family gatherings that sometimes it shames me to be near him because my flaws become more imminent. "I've read this... this one too. Ugh, I think I've read all of them." It annoys me but I think I have to go out and buy some books that can entertain me for two days. When you are wolf, time seems to be a little bit slower that you can finish ten thick fiction books in one day. In my case, I read them carefully and dramatically, line by line, including the footnotes and reader's reviews, and I still end up binge-reading more than ten until the evening.