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How could he love to read fiction? No, How did she know he loved to read fiction?! "But fiction was something girls read." I directed my speech at Joseph and he only smiled even more. "I don't think books should be gender based Asher. I think anyone should be allowed to read anything he would prefer to read. You should always do what makes you happy. Moreover, the characters in fiction books are really dramatic, you're gonna love them." He chuckled, seeming to reminisce on a scene from one of his favorite fiction books.

But I don't want to sound like I was taking advantage of it. Reading books has been a thing of man ever since. My friends would always nudge me back to reality since I am getting too engrossed in reading when I do find time to read or when I really get hooked with what I am reading. I always dream about owning a big space than my room at home to store the books I have collected through the years but never, as in never, in a million chance did I see myself getting to have or even receive a grand place like this as a library of my own. To me, it's still so magical having to be trapped in this place filled with fictional places stored on each of the pages.

There were a lot of books ranging from different spheres and works of life and a section for fiction. I opted for financial books. Since childhood, I had loved business and finance, but I never had the chance to continue school. I picked a book titled “RICH mum and POOR mum by TMA” I think I spent some time reading the book, and I almost forgot I was waiting for Gladimir to return.

It was an addiction. In the space of one week, I have finished fifteen books. Each book is as large as Oxford dictionaries. I never knew I could read so fast, I truly have been starved of the fictional world. I started to fear that I may risk emptying the royal pantry. The more I read, the hungrier I got. Perhaps I had the pregnancy for that. Or maybe both. Who knows? Louis looked at me like I was some kind of strange creature, “have you even had a bath within the past week?”

Sprinted to the door, I pulled it open, not expecting it to open, but it did, causing my heart to swell in joy. Ambling to the shelf, my eyes darted round the various book covers. Fiction was my favorite book to read because the best thing about reading was to be able to escape from your life, to be able to read hundreds or even thousands of other lives. Non-fiction does not have that power, it does not change you the way fiction does. To me, if you are not affected somehow, even if it is the slightest change, you are not reading the right book. I would love to think that every novel I have read has become a part of me and created who I am in a sense.

It's late summer, fall is just around the corner. “You love reading, you'd be so happy if I brought a book when I go home after work. You will read books wherever you are. In the room, the reading room, you spend a lot of time in the greenhouse reading.” I smiled a little, I do love reading. To be more precise, I like new things, and for me reading books is the only place where I can learn new things. Especially fiction. “You like fictional books.” My eyes rounded at this. Ah, he really is my partner.

People just exaggerate about the existence of these creatures until now, which would be just ridiculous if I were to be asked. I scanned through more books. Though I'm not an avid reader, seeing all these books in front of me, I couldn't help but want to read them all. They all seemed to hold some kind of history that I just feel interested in. This is a first for me, though because I prefer reading about celebrities rather than reading about some fairy tales and history which are not proven to be true. I was so immersed, going through the books, that I did not notice when someone stood behind me.

"It helps me think. Or not think, depending on what I need." "What kind of books?" "Everything. History. Philosophy. Fiction. Biographies. I'm not picky." I pull out a worn paperback. Look at the cover. "The Count of Monte Cristo?" "One of my favorites. Read it at least five times." "Really? The mafia boss likes classic literature?" He smiles. "The mafia boss is full of surprises." We settle on the couch. Not too close. But not distant either. The fire crackles softly. "So why couldn't you sleep?" Ocean asks.

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

When I was finished with my clothing, I practically stuffed everything else that I own into the duffle bag. And then there were the books. There was a whole bookshelf of knowledge that I hadn't even started to tap into and I was expected to say goodbye so soon. Oh, God, if I didn't stop being so sad Cassian was bound to feel it and then I would have to explain and potentially break his heart or worse he would want to come with me. I walked towards the bookshelf and decided that I would read a book before I said my goodbye to Phoebe. Glancing from one book spine to the other I discovered that almost all the books were Earth fiction novels. There were a lot of famous ones but only one caught m