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How could Austin come up with the term? Unfortunately, those boring books were my fun. I love reading stories as it felt like pulling me into a new world. Because of that, I often found it refreshing after finishing a book, even though sometimes I would be devastated by their tragedy. And this novel, I hoped, could be a refreshment, although I doubted it. I had read the blurb and it seemed a complipated story. I enjoyed my own company, reading the novel while having a hot tea. It was such a perfect combination. It could warm me up, body and soul.

Susan finished reading a newspaper as she sat on her sofa by the window in her room upstairs, then she kept it aside, and moved to pick up a novel by her bedside table. She returned to the sofa, opened the page where she had stopped last night, and kept on reading. Reading novels, Susan discovered, was perfect for distraction. It took her mind off recent happenings, of her world, and took her to a world of her own. In her world of fantasy, she didn’t care what happened in her and without, especially the disturbance slowly stirring in High Town City (which the news, and the newspapers carried), and the great, uncontrollable urge to kill. She cared for nothing in this state actually, save for

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I busy myself by reading the latest, number one best-selling romance novel I downloaded from Amazon for the trip. I don't normally read for entertainment. I read for work, for research, or for news. I thought this would make for good vacation reading. It was overwhelming, trying to choose the perfect book. I was not looking for sappy fantasy relationships where the world seems perfect. I chose a rough guy, a spunky woman, and a relationship of opposites full of turmoil. I am five chapters in as we land in Kansas City.

"Yeah, you know we barely do much at work these days so I'm not always tired, I figured I should go back to reading and so whenever I'm free I just do that." "Oh well, what are you reading this time? Is it one of my books?" Alicia winked at her. "Come on girl...You know I do love to read your books, but this time I decide to try something new, something different." May smiled. "Someone introduced me to a reading app as well as a new genre of a story, so...the book title iss...THE BETRAYED LUNA'S REVENGE by Purple Ink.''

But that lasted only for some minutes before they found something else to do. Raymond was pretty much reading novels online on his phone I mean that was the top novel app trending on the net right now. So Ray couldn’t be blamed. Even Alex too was constantly reading novels on Good novel, D****e or R*****m and they were both competing on who discovered new authors and good interesting novels so they could each read and discuss about. While Ray was sneakily reading his novel, Alex was with a black pen and a book. With utmost concentration his hands motioned around the book. Looking at him, one would think he was jotting down the words of the teacher but Alexander Marshal was actually drawing.

The centerpiece of the space was an old oak roll-top secretary’s desk, the accordion-type cover pushed up, the desktop littered with papers and Post-It notes and books with Brad’s Toshiba laptop in the middle of it all. “So this is where the magic happens, huh?” Bias said, walking further into the room. “If by ‘magic’ you mean ‘blood, sweat, and tears’, then yes, this is where it all happens.” Wandering over to the desk, Bias picked up one of the books. “Life in Colonial America,” he read. “What are all these books for?” “Research for my Roanoke novel.” “Old school research. You know, you can find a lot of information on the internet these days?”

Fate had granted him only a little daughter, now three years old, named Lotus. On one of those seemingly endless summer days he was poring over his books in the library. Overcome with the heat, his head had sunk down and his forehead lay against the edge of the table. As he dropped off to sleep he seemed to be wandering through an unknown dream-land. Kazuma sat nearby. II