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' What fun. I cast around, examining this space my wife has made her own. I'm seldom in here except for when she asks me to build more bookshelves. Even now, scanning the space, I can see another request for more shelves looming with the current space almost full. Large books, small books, thin books, thick books; books on engineering, astronomy, geology, mythology. Books of fantasy, science fiction...

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

My child leaned forward, curious. “What is it?” “Let’s see.” I carried the box inside and placed it on the kitchen table. My child climbed onto a chair immediately. “Is it for me?” “Maybe.” They watched closely while I opened the tape. Inside the box was a thin book with a bright cover. A cartoon astronaut floated in space with a small rocket behind him. My child’s eyes widened. “A space book!” I handed it to them. “Looks like it.” They opened it quickly and started flipping through the pages.

“I kind of prefer to do my own cooking. Unless I’m throwing a party. Then I can get six chefs in here.” Then we took a tour of his library. It was piled high with books. On the shelves behind were books about computers, technology, programming. I could see that Alex didn’t read much for fun. But I did smile when I saw a few science-fiction books at the top of one of the shelf. They had names likeThe Thing From MarsandGalaxy War. They looked old, too. Had they been his teenage obsession? The floor and the tables were littered with legal volumes, some of which still had barely been unwrapped from their packaging.

"Oh yeah, looks like you've been busy this summer." "It sure has. So, Daddy, you know I like to read a good mystery every year, even though I don't have much time to enjoy it," she continued, flipping to September. "That is true. But I also happen to love reading science fiction. What about you, Mr. Holmes?" Laughing, he shook his head. "Not really. I prefer fantasy novels. But I do enjoy reading about aliens and space travel." "Space travel?" "Yep. I've always wanted to go to space. I've seen pictures of it, but I've never actually been there."

Calliope guided me upstairs. My opinion of Mr. Fernandez changed when I saw his bedroom. Though the walls were still so boring, no painting, photos or whatsoever, my heart was overwhelmed with joy when I saw shelves with plenty of books. I loved books so much, and I enjoyed reading them, especially about history. I scanned the titles, they were futuristic books. About space ships, galaxies, planets, and robots. There were also about travel, history, documentaries, philosophies and finance. I could tell that he was an intelligent man according to his book preferences.

Evelyn slumped with a contented sigh into the sofa, grateful to be off her feet. As the music swelled into the room, Andrew glanced at the occasional table beside him at her stacks of books. “History of Modern Aeronautics. Works of Michelangelo. Scripta Minoa. I’ve no idea what that even is. Is this your light reading?” he asked teasingly. “Those are the ones I’ve finished and need to return to the library. The other stack are the ones I still have to read.” “I’m deeply impressed. I have no such spectrum of interest.”

“Have fun!” Inside, the air was cool and quiet. Sophia wandered slowly, her fingers grazing spines of books that stretched endlessly. “Wow,” she whispered. “Nice.” She paused at a shelf, plucking out a nonfiction book. “Space. Why not?” she murmured, opening it. Then something caught her eye. A shadow. Movement. Someone standing just behind the shelf. Her breath hitched. The book slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a loud thud. Sophia froze. Her pulse roared in her ears. “Oh my God,” she whispered.

Angelo raises his hands before the male teacher finish what he said, so hepless, he pointed at where Angelo is and instructed for the boy to stand up to answer the question. “The classic elements of a science fiction novel include: Time travel. Teleportation. Mind control, telepathy, and telekinesis, Aliens, extraterrestrial lifeforms, and mutants. Space travel and exploration. Interplanetary warfare. Parallel universes. Fictional worlds. That’s all” Angelo said his answer and didn't wait for the male teacher to give him permission to sit as he already sat down back again to his seat, the smell of gun powder a while ago that disappeared once again resurfaced on the air as Demetria looked at

"Let me show you our science fiction section for younger readers. There's a new series that just came out that might be perfect..." Thirty minutes and several hundred dollars later, I left with a stack of books, including a signed first edition of "Starstruck," which the clerk assured me was popular with "smart, space-loving kids." I also had a bagful of advanced puzzles from the hobby shop next door. As I loaded my purchases into the car, I felt strangely satisfied. This wasn't part of the business plan, wasn't necessary for our charade to succeed. But it felt right. Few hours later, my phone had buzzed with a text from Ava: