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She should mind all her worries tomorrow and once tomorrow comes, she should set them aside while keeping her focus towards the future. As of now, she is busy scanning the bookshelves in the library for the second time while trying to look for more interesting book titles; trying to find anything that would pique her interest in reading. It wasn’t like there was nothing that she could understand from the first batch of books she read. In fact, she already finished everything and memorized their contents. Just that, she couldn’t really perform them yet.

"I am aware of that. It is your job to sit down and listen to people talk about the problems in their life. I appreciate what you are doing for me but this isn't the time to bring them into the limelight." "I understand," the woman said and wrote a sentence on her small notebook. "Do you read a lot of books?" "Not really. Books tends to take me away from the physical world and toss me into an imaginary world." "But that is the purpose of it. Books are designed to give you a wide sense of imagination. They were created so all of us can see beyond the physical world. I am not a good reader but I still can't stop myself from reading a lot of books about keeping calmness in my heart. If you ask

“Can I help you?” “I... I want to read,” I said. Her face lit up. “Well, you’re in the right place.” She showed me where the GED books were. Real ones. Thick, updated. I ran my fingers over the spines. “Do I need a card?” “You can read anything here without one,” she said. “But if you want to borrow...” I shook my head. “I’ll just read here.” And I did. Every day after work, for two weeks, I came in. I read until my eyes ached. I took notes on napkins and old receipts.

I'm going crazy," she scolded herself, trying to focus on reading the book. As she immersed herself in the book, the room's unsettling atmosphere seemed to fade, replaced by the intriguing words on the pages. Aleah couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and frustration about Hunter. He was a puzzle she wanted to solve, yet his enigmatic nature left her feeling uncertain. The anticipation of their next conversation lingered in her mind, making it difficult to concentrate fully on the book.

The title and some space to store some things in the game are good too…but…’ The system interrupted his thoughts “Kindly read the book “the things that are permissible to bring in the library” before you read anything else. This is the number one book that is most read by the past leaders and now you would be the one to carry their legacy….Con-gra-tu-lations.”

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

I didn't like to think of people being mean to Ivy. Most of the photos she was reading in them so I looked at the names of the books that she was reading. It seemed that she liked the classics. I wonder which ones she doesn't have. That was my mission. To find out which books she doesn't have and to see where I can get them from if they are hard to find. I knew that I could find them. And I would. I would do anything for Ivy.

He mumbles, “Who said I’m not interesting?” I sigh, realizing my own words. I’m not that interesting. I don’t have special interests; I don’t do anything outside of school aside from fiddling with computer parts. “Can you finish reading a book she likes before the weekend?” That wasn’t actually a bad idea, except- “She reads so many books. It would be impossible to identify which one is her favorite without asking her.”

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Lucian asked. "I like reading," I whispered. "But the thing is if it really likes what you've just said... The more I read, the more I understand... I'm not sure if I want to read at all." "Why?" Lucian looked confused. "I don't want to read books to understand cruelty. If all the books are written to justify cruelty, then these books are wrong," I said. Lucian stared at me without saying anything. There was a very strange look on his face.