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I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"

How I hate sad endings! Books take you into a different world and if they can't make you smile, laugh, scream in exasperation and cry then it's not a great book. But happy endings are better and... happier. I sighed as I changed into my denim shorts. I needed a walk with my headphones or this depression of my new fictional crush's (Augustus Waters) death would haunt me for at least two hours or days or months. First escape books. Second escape, music. Books with awesome and addictive fictional guys should be banned. They simply increase real life expectations.

Fortunately, the music wasn't that loud on this side of the VIP and we could talk without yelling at each other. “Well, at first I felt mocked by that woman, but then I opened that book, and I was impressed. There was everything I needed! How to treat her, how to talk to her, how to turn her on and of course, how to make her come. Everything is there, why do you think they are so popular?” “Because they are bored?” Pierre asked, earning a look of hatred from his girlfriend. "Because fiction is better than reality,” Louis corrected, putting an arm around my shoulders. "A woman who reads is dangerous because she knows what she wants and how she wants it. Perhaps if there were more men reading

I fell asleep after several minutes. The next day, I decided to head into a few stores with Jenny. Just to get away from the mansion and have some great company. Something to distract myself from the troubles inside my brain. Jenny and I headed into a book store and we looked around. We both enjoyed reading all sorts of books. Reading something can make you forget about the world around you for a moment and some books can even make you feel like you’re in whatever world is created inside the book. Reading romance and comedy are my favorite, but once in a while, a good mystery is good to read too. I was busy reading the back of a book from an author that I never heard of before while Jenny w

I walked downstairs to my boutique with a mug of coffee in my hand and a book which I'm currently reading. It was still raining outside making a puddle of water in different places on the street. I sat down in front of my counter and took a sip of my coffee. "Um, heavenly." I said and put the mug on the counter in front of me as I opened my book and started to read. I was reading a criminal novel. I only read three genres and that is romantic, criminal and fantasy.

Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace. Time was running out for me and a book lover like me wouldn't- scratch that- shouldn't waste their time on books like these. But I preferred to not explore the masterpieces of literature, out of the fear that once I got engrossed in it, it would be physically impossible for me to read all the books in the world. And I would want to read all the books in the world. It would lure me to become a recluse, lost in fiction world forever. I couldn't afford that right now. I turned to fiction in distressing moments like these, it was my own sort of therapy like people who found music their escape. A