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He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify. "You don't know." I say with a slight chuckle in my voice. "Just pick one." I watch idle as he sifts through all the books until he picks one. House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. "That is one of my favourite books. Although I might just be biased because I love her writing." I lean back in the chair with a satisfied look on my face. "What makes you love someone's writing?" He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously.

I have never had big dreams of becoming a CEO who owns companies. I think that I achieved my dream, I wrote a book, not a book, but a collection of pathetic poems about life. When I say pathetic, I mean sad, because sad is all that my life has ever been. But I guess that nothing lasts for one hundred years, and I am one of them. I enjoyed some parts of my life, the earlier parts and some parts of my later life too. My life has always been between pages in a book, that is all. I have always enjoyed art, manipulated it behind closed doors. It’s not an interesting life, though it is a favorite for me. My favorite story is Africa Kills her Sun, by Ken Saro Wiwa, I have read the story ever since

No way! As I think of so much different possibilities, I comtinued to read every part of the book. It was stated here how I got a cold when I was young and was placed to a better palace. Every scenes that had happened to my life is here so U was more than ahocked until I read the ast lart of the book. It says how I found out about this book and how shick I am and it ended there. No, is it automatically writing what happened to my life? There's now way right?

The first message from a reader came that evening. Not a review — a message. Someone who had read the book, or begun reading it, and had written to her through the website Leo had built. A short message. Six sentences. She read it at her desk after dinner. I read the first three chapters of your book on the train home tonight. I had to stop because I was crying and I didn’t want the other passengers to see. I’m not sure why I’m writing to you. I think it’s because the book made me feel like my life was possible. Not my specific life — I live very differently from you. But the quality of the choosing. The daily, deliberate choosing. I didn’t know other people did that. Thank you.

Please leave a review in the book info. Thank you.

, he told me “ But there must be someone in last 8 years who could have survived against this book I mean someone must have tried or help you succeed in getting rid of this book and even getting their life back to normalcy”, I inquired him “ I exactly don't remember but as far as my knowledge around 6 years back there was a girl who made news by reading this book and still her life stayed simple as by that time this book was considered and was categorized into the list of one of the most cursed books in the world”, he tells with a mix of assurance in his voice along with the doubt

I'm so proud of that girl. Raynard's been busy this past months... and oh, how I pity him. I can't wait to get this marriage over with. I laugh remembering how I almost proposed to him. I was in such a haste. I just saw something disbelieving right now. Can you imagine an author reviewing her own book? I find it odd!! LMAO. But hey guys.... I don't think she did so bad.... you guys should kindly leave a review on this book. It doesn't really have to be good. lol... I don't know about that tho.

Lora's mother had fled after giving birth to her daughter. She lifted the brick in the north corner of the room as she emptied the dungeon more carefully. "What is this book?" she inquired. The book was dusty, and the gold was almost faded, almost bronze. The title of the book was Life of the Witch. The book is about wizards and their interactions with the outer world. Lora read the book, sentence by sentence. A strange planet, yet she wished to visit it. The pages depicted a pleasant and quiet way of life. She saw herself growing up, her body perfect, producing beautiful curves with no scars, bruises, or blood flow in the corners of her lips.

She writes to say that the fourth book — specifically the first movement, the description of the woman who was not unhappy and did not know that not-unhappy was insufficient — saved her life in the sense that the word is never quite right for but the only word available: it gave her the understanding she needed at the moment she needed it to begin her own second life. She does not say what her second life looks like. She says only: I understood the quality of what I was not choosing. And then I chose. Valentina reads the letter twice. She writes back the same day. She writes: I am glad the book found you at the right time. The book was written from fifty years of living what it describes. Th

"You're a wonderful child. Don't worry. Even if we're poor, we'll never let you go without." [She'll never make anything of herself, not when she's living in a dump like this!] [Nancy's bedroom and bathroom are both bigger than this whole crappy rental. The gap between them is insane!] I took the place in with one sweeping glance. It was just a run-down rental apartment, but compared to the cold, beautiful prison that was the Quill residence, this place felt much cozier. At dinner, Stephen and Linda kept piling meat onto my plate. They couldn't bear to take any for themselves.