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“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.”

Help yourself to one of those. ‘You mean read?’ ‘That is what people usually do with books.’ With a short sigh of impatience, Theodore wandered over to examine the neat rows of titles which lined an entire wall of her sitting room. The only things he ever read were financial papers or contracts, or business-related articles he caught up with when he was travelling. Occasionally his attention would be caught by some glossy car magazine, which would lure him into changing his latest model for something even more powerful. But he never read books. He had neither the time nor the inclination to lose himself in the world of fiction. He remembered that stupid story he’d read at school—about some a

It was only my imagination, they were all against me. I don't know about you, but I love reading Chinese novels as well as mangas. They transport me to a world were people reincarnate, where a second chance can be obtained, you can correct you mistake in your second life, you can even prevent injustice to happen since you have super powers or cheat like a magical ornament. There you're efforts are compensated. It's so idealistic, that is why I also read novels, be it historical, romantic or fantasy, they're my heaven. I escaped to this imaginaries world's, when I can't take it anymore. My best novels are " any duchess will do", throne of Glass" and "Jane Eyre", they're more realistic. But I

So while he stands behind me watching me, which both intimidates and excites me, I take each book out, one by one, pulling them from the bookcase, some wonderful editions of Jane Austen, Dickens, Ovid, Homer, Kundera and then 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' and, finally, Lolita. As I put Lolita on the top pile, I let out a sigh. I feel Paul slowly approach from behind me.

He really was good at Calculus, not that I was going to tell him that anytime soon though. I stuffed the folder into my bag as well and with a shrug, I stuffed my ancient copy of Cyanide by Ludwig Singer along with it. It was my favorite book in the whole world, I had had it since I was fourteen and I had this belief it brought me luck and the good Lord knew I needed all the luck in this world to scale the next fourteen days. 6:12AM. I still had time to kill, literally I wish I could kill time. It'd be nice to be able to control time, to switch the hands of the clock forward and backwards at will. To go back to correct some mistakes, to experience some things once again.

Three More Hours Later. Done, I told myself. I think that is enough for today's reading. I finished two books today in five hours. “Fear You” Book 2. I started Book 3 “Fear Us” Broken Love Series. I got two more to read again. I am so excited to read them over again. I thought with a cocky grin. But what I didn’t know is. How do they know they were my favorite books? What a strange one. They must have stalked me or asked someone that knows me well.

"He reads, for one. Russian literature, actually. Dostoevsky is like his favorite author. He's read almost everything the guy ever wrote." Piper raised an eyebrow; she didn't look impressed. "Okay?" I grabbed the copy of The Brothers Karamazov that was lying beside me and held it up like evidence. "He gave me this book. He's the one who actually got me into reading fiction, and you know I don't read fiction. We've been talking about it, and he actually knows what he's talking about. He's not just pretending to be deep." "Okay, so he reads," Piper murmured, turning back to the pot with a swish of her red ponytail. "Big deal. Lots of people read."

My hands skimmed the books stacked in the book shelves, and time ticked by painfully slow as I took Alpha Nolan's younger brother's advice and stayed inside the room. It had been over two hours since I slept and woke up on the white and gold bed, so I decided to take a look at all the books that were in the book shelves. The writing on the spines were mostly fading away, gathering dust as they had no use for the people who lived here. I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking the ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my inter

i quirked a brow up. "I spent a lot of time burying my head in books so you can say so" i wouldn't be surprise if he said he had read everything here but at the same time I'll need to have him check cause damn! These books are voluminous and much. Personally it could take me years to get half of these rather a quater of these books in my head.

And well, it expanded from there. I refuse to give in to the game's allure tonight and instead walk to my bookshelf for a happy read. My favorite worn titles stare back at me. There's a little something for everyone, from The Alchemist to pure smut romance, but I'm not pulled in. Hollywood turns every series I like into a movie anyway. I can wait it out.