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Susan chuckled at that and explained better. "Don't worry about space, Madam Pince. Have you ever noticed that the library is bigger than it should have been? It has an automatic space expansion on it. It will grow to accommodate more bookshelves or more reading space. And about having too many bookshelves, don't worry about it too. In the last hundred years the non-magicals have advanced tremendously in the printing industry. I plan to have a section dedicated to non-magical prints. History books, science books and literature books. Ten bookshelves of it and it will still not be enough to hold all of it, so I will have the most famous works on it. You would be amazed with the size of some l

"Finally home!" Cela said to herself as soon as she stepped inside her apartment. It's still bare but already messy. Papers are everywhere and trash cans are full of empty soda bottles, instant noodle bowls, and take out containers. The evidence of working almost non-stop prior to the release of the second book are still inside the house. She couldn't even find time to take them out.

I step into the room, glancing around, and disappointment washes through me instantly when I see nothing but books. I am expecting something more. Like what? I don't even know. Instead of turning back, I find myself closing the door and venturing in. The room is empty except for two bookshelves and a desk with two chairs. I will have come to the conclusion that this is Jayden's home office but it isn't fit to be his office. First; it is way too small and the bookshelf is full of books unrelated to work. It looks like this is a place where he dumps whatever book he buys.

It seems to double as a library, which truly surprises me, honestly I wasn’t even sure this man could read. It isn't as large as those in some of the large pack houses, but it still contains around a hundred books. The leather spines gleaming in the early morning light, and the room holds the lemony smell of freshly cleaned wood. But a closer inspection of the shelves reveals that they have been filed in no order whatsoever. Voilà ! “Clearly,” I say to the empty room. “He needs his books alphabetized and his desk put in order”. I pull down a stack of books, plunk them on the floor, and idly examine the titles. “I don't know how he has managed this long in such chaos … one would almost think

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The room was small and Anthony Jr. hadn't done anything to make it feel large. He had a twin bed, a massive book shelf stuff with DVDs and comics and a variety of other things, and a large desk for his computers. There was only a couple of square feet of space in the middle of the room to walk around. And that (like everything else in the room) was covered in dirty clothes, Mountain Dew cans, and empty Doritos bags. I had given up on asking him to clean it up.

A Dream House (Continuation) I sat on the beige colored tiled floor of the living room. And I looked around me, the ceilings are neatly painted white, while the walls are covered with medium toned brown wallpapers. I opened another box. From the box I pulled out lots of books, maybe fifty to seventy of them. The books come in different forms, big and small, thin and thick. Our book collection includes about twenty five of Mallory’s bedtime story books, a New King James bible version, a children’s bible, and there is one of my favorite books; Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, also my favorite novels from Mitch Albom; Tuesday with Morrie and Five People You Meet in Heave

he said tersely. I looked at him then. “That wasn’t my intention at all. I just thought that this was huge, and surely, one person can’t stay here alone.” “It’s just nothing. I like my space,” he said simply. Ian helped me sit at one of the novel-packed chair. I stared at the whole thing all the while, shocked that there would be things like this around here. I’ve never seen most of these things before. “Are there real books?” I asked Ian.

The drawers were a dead end. Rhychard felt around edges and behind drawers, inside each little whatnot and behind every picture. Nothing. He sat in one of the leather chairs, his back to the window, as he stared at the office. :How goes it, Warrior?: :Either Harvest Fellowship has the best custodian in the world or our good pastor is a little OCD. Nothing is out of place.: Rhychard scanned the walls, the desk, the bookshelves…the books? Rhychard stood and scanned the books on the shelf. They were alphabetized within subjects. Prayer. Commentaries. Biographies. Between a Biblical concordance and a topical Bible was a large hardbound book on American Baseball. "Now, you're out of place, aren't

We finally arrived in front of a huge door as he gently pulled at it to reveal the library. The library door creaked open, revealing a sight that left me utterly awestruck. My initial perception of a "small" library was immediately shattered. This was a haven of books and knowledge that stretched beyond imagination. The room was colossal, with towering bookshelves that seemed to reach up to the heavens themselves. Each shelf was neatly organized, displaying an impressive collection of books. The scent of old and new pages intermingled in the air, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and enchanting.