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I tell him. “So, it sounds scandalous. I want to watch it. Which is spicier, the book or the series?” he asks me. “Actually, for book one, the season is way sexier,” I reply him. After we agree, he walks out of his room to go and get the book. While I took my phone and opened N*****x, I searched for the Bridgerton series and added it to my list.

“That nerdy shit is your only ticket out of school.” “No mom, there should be another way.” "Join the Book Club. Stay out of trouble. I can’t take another scene like the one I just witnessed. I won’t let your father keep tearing you down. But I need you to give me something to fight with." I rubbed a hand over my face, groaning again. "This is ridiculous. Me in that book club is just out of it." "Please, Kael," she said softly. “It is only for a few months. And I know you love reading… in secret. You can make good use of this opportunity.”

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words: