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Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

' thought Nora as she headed straight for the waiting room. Nora's flight was in an hour. Nora had turned off her mobile phone and chose to read a novel by her favourite author. The novel told the story of the adventures of three people in various parallel worlds. This work was the second part of the previous work. Just by reading the novel, she felt like she was in another world and forgot for a moment what was happening to her at the moment. She seemed to be immersed in her own world of reading. Meanwhile, at the Torrence family mansion, Vivian, Adam's mother, was engrossed in reading a magazine in the living room. There was tea and freshly baked cookies on the table.

RINA hissed so loudly and flung the book she was reading on the bed, and got up. It was a novel, she had been trying to read and comprehend this novel for the past thirty minutes now, but she kept flipping back to the beginning once she has reached a particular page. The novel just wasn't entering. A lot was on her mind, for a lot has happened. She was actually trying to see if she could use the novel to clear her head, at least until Zaina comes by.

The act of reading became a form of self-care, a deliberate choice to invest time in a world where narratives unfolded with the promise of resolution. As the hours passed, Veronica found herself enchanted by the author's storytelling prowess. The book, a vessel of imagination and solace, became a companion in her solitude. The gentle rustling of pages marked the passage of time, a rhythmic journey that mirrored the ebb and flow of emotions within her.

she added as she went back sitting beside Yuri and Cylvia. Yuri, who was supposedly reading her favorite pocket novel that she must have read about a thousand times already but she was rereading again tonight, closed her book to chime in with our conversation. “I can stay here and keep an eye until morning. I am not going to sleep until I finish reading this novel. You can proceed inside now and get yourselves some sleep. I am not tired yet, and since what I am reading tonight is a thrilling novel, I think it is impossible for me to even just have a nap,” she explained with her hands gesturing in a very formal manner, as if she was doing some oration speech or declamation piece.

Her grandma was mortified when she read it and sadly she tore it into pieces saying she was too old for such things. Talia sat at her desk and picked up the novel she had been reading that week. She flipped through the pages till she got to where she'd been reading. Reading is what kept her sane. It drew her to a different world and allowed her to imagine her life differently. It made her forget all she was facing even though it was only for moments.

I said referring to the novel in his hand. "Yeah i'm almost done with it,it's also great" Mig said and continued reading. I don't want to rush this novel,i want to savor every bit of it. I'm a fast reader,i could finish reading a novel in an hour but not like this novel..It seems unique. Did i just say i'm a fast reader? How did i know that?...cause this novel seems my first..Or; Have i read any novel before this? Am i a lover of novels? I asked myself trying hard to remember but i felt a sharp pain tore through my head...I cried out.

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

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