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The only way she got to know how to read was through her friends and some little teachings she did for herself. It didn't take long for her to complete reading the page, but a thin line formed on the crown of her head, as she was doubting if the process can really work or not. Checking her time, she realized her time was almost gone, and she stood up, placing back the book to where it belong. And ambling out of the library. Lexa thanked the librarian before she left and when she got to the road, she started thinking about what she read. Then, she made up her mind to try the process and hoped for it to work.

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What a spiteful little man, she thought. Caitlin wasted no time. She cracked open the first book, an old tome from the nineteenth century, thick, leather-bound. As she turned its frail and brittle pages, she went into speed-reading mode, reading the pages faster than she ever had in her life, looking for keywords, places, locations, ideas. Anything that would lead to another book, another idea, another lead, another clue. Anything with substance.

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“Who taught her? Obviously you’re hugging—” “We’re going to the basement now,” William said as he walked toward the basement. His hand still pulls Claire’s ear. Suddenly Tiara remembered two books that she borrowed from the library yesterday. She hasn’t read it yet. Then, the girl walked up the stairs and into the room. Her tiny hand grabbed two thick books from a wooden shelf and placed them on the study table. She turned on the reading light. Then Tiara took the first book. The book with a thickness of about ten centimeters has beautiful carvings on the outside. She began reading word for word on the first sheet of the book.

***** ***** Amy was done reading the first book, normally she is a fast reader, so she decides to go get another book, she walks closer to the shelf and began ransacking the shelf, looking for another nice book. She wants something different, from all the other tiny creatures she has been reading since she steps in here, but they seem not to be something like that, perhaps they were, but she was just too short. She stares up at the shelf, and her eyes caught a nice book, that had over 70 pages. With the pressing quest to read it, she pulled a stool and stood on it, but damn!!! She was still not tall enough, she began to stretch her hands with the hope to have the book and fear of not falling

She’d learned that she could absorb more by staying quiet than she ever could by performing participation. Near the end of the period Mr. Shepherd passed around a sheet. “List of American authors. Sign up for whoever you want, read three of their books, write a report on each, and put together an overall analysis at the end. First come, first served — if your favorite’s taken, pick someone else.”

He will refuse to read it. Ayden said to her, trying to make her understand what it means to vote serious and calm at the same time: The book is just like the soul, if he feels you crying and wants you to read it, he will open it for you for sure. But if the book does not want you to read it, it will never open for you, no matter what you do, and you will not be able to open it or read it in any way. This is the nature of books here and here and you will get used to it later. A book is just like a person to know what's inside it likes to let you do this first, otherwise you'll never know no matter how hard you try.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.