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she says, thinking that there are no books in that place. The lady takes out her phone and checks something on it. "Go out, turn left, and two blocks down is Ginebra Co. bookstore. You'll find what you're looking for there," she assures enthusiastically. "They have a lot of children's and young adult literature." "Thank you so much!" Arya says, slowly regaining her faith.

It's late summer, fall is just around the corner. “You love reading, you'd be so happy if I brought a book when I go home after work. You will read books wherever you are. In the room, the reading room, you spend a lot of time in the greenhouse reading.” I smiled a little, I do love reading. To be more precise, I like new things, and for me reading books is the only place where I can learn new things. Especially fiction. “You like fictional books.” My eyes rounded at this. Ah, he really is my partner.

Books are removed and added, so it's kept up to date. What makes it special is the little section of books from best-sellers across the world. For the literature students, of course, I like to take advantage of that perk too. There are no library passes, but you'll have to check in with the librarian to get a book out. There's a common room with several chairs to sit and read, but since it's Tuesday and a little past noon, the place is almost empty. I count two girls and three guys when I passed. I visit the novel section. The likes of pride and prejudice, ugly love, after, and a few rom-com are enticing but I skip them all and take up a psychology text. I'll take those home and read them la

With Miles in the kitchen, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Finding my favorite café, I order and get a table to wait. This place has shelves of books for customers to read, along with comfortable couches and recliners if you don’t want a table. That’s what I love about it, and I look around, wondering if I should just read for a while. It’s not like I had a plan today.

After awhile of exchanging smiles, Noel asked, "Do you want to read the book here on the reception desk? Or would you prefer somewhere else?" "I would love a secluded place so I can read in peace." The cat replied. "Ah, if so, we have a reading space in the innermost part of the library. Would there be to your liking?" "Yes, I like that." "Okay then." Noel motioned some gremlins to show the cat the way to the reading space that he mentioned earlier, and gave the book to a gremlin for it to carry for the cat.

She smiled broadly. “Yeah, everyone has that look on their faces the first time they see this place.” She pulled us to a bench and brought out a book I did not know she had been carrying.“This is where we come to read. The trees provide shade. That's where the reading books are, but we won’t be going there today. Tell me why you won’t love to read when there’s a place like this.”I shrugged. I could simply just fall asleep here and hopefully, never wake up.

“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.

“No? They have comfortable seating in the back, sofas and books for anybody interested.” “Books at a bar?” “Some stories require something more grounded than coffee.” He driven her to the back and it was like something out of a sitcom. Vintage furniture was orchestrated at different points, giving insinuate alcoves and crevices for individuals to talk or read. He coordinated her to a little table by the raise divider. Racks stacked from floor to ceiling, full of battered ancient books. A bow window neglected a little porch with an lit up pond. “This is so charming.” It was as if she’d ventured into a dream. “It’s one of my favorite places.”

I ran my hand along the woodwork beautifully crafted to match the rest of the apartment. "How?" The shelves were partially filled with the books that arrived from Palo Alto, as well as all the ones I'd already picked up from Columbia, with plenty of room for more. In the corner was a beautiful plush chaise lounge. The large modern light hanging above made it the perfect spot for reading. "I-I don't know what to say." Nox wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. "Say you won't leave your school shit on the dining room table."

“Move on. She’s not here.” We waited until we were sure they were gone. “I like books,” I told him quietly. “Books?” Aien raised an eyebrow. “That’s a rather wide subject.” “I like stories,” I blushed. “I like learning about the past, reading the stories of other people’s lives and adventures. In Uyan Taesil, there is a library so very full of books that I feel I could read every day for the remainder of my life and never reach the end of them. That seems like a great shame, don’t you think? That there are stories right there on the shelves, on that parchment, that I will never know, and that, perhaps, no one else will either, for I’m quite certain that, other than my father, no one ever goe