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I knew there would be work to be done but these books would take months to read. "No, you will get to read them but for the work we have to do now, I have a summary." She produced what looked like a long novel. "This is something my predecessor wrote. It is a bit more concise with only six volumes." She handed it to me. I took the book with reverence. "It contains everything you need. The plan is for you to read a section in two days and the next evening, we can take a short walk and discuss what you've read," she said as she set the other books aside.

The act of reading became a form of self-care, a deliberate choice to invest time in a world where narratives unfolded with the promise of resolution. As the hours passed, Veronica found herself enchanted by the author's storytelling prowess. The book, a vessel of imagination and solace, became a companion in her solitude. The gentle rustling of pages marked the passage of time, a rhythmic journey that mirrored the ebb and flow of emotions within her.

"Now it's up to you to try and read my thoughts." ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Her eyes grew wide in amazement as each of the books looked like soldiers up in the air flying in unison and into one of the round tables in the middle of the huge library. About three stacks of books now piled up neatly on top of the table. “I need to read all of those?’ “Yes.” She came near the table and found them to be old century books. “Wait, these are aged.” “Yes, they are. But just like wine, they became better as the years grew.” “Wait, why do I need to read? Is this even part of your training?” “Everything that I ask you to do, is part of what you need to learn to become a Jinni. Today, you’ll read. I’ll have someone bring your dinner in here.”

Reading will help me learn. "Sorry miss, can I just get that book." A guy stands next to me pointing to a book in the corner. I step back giving him space, watching as he picks up the book. Standing he scans it and puts it back. "New here?" He looks at me, as he gets another book and scans it. I'm guessing he works here. "Could say that." I nod and place the book down, I struggle to read the back from boredom so I doubt I will read the book.

My footsteps echo, lamps lighting and going out as I pass through the aisles. Shelf number 89. And on its 11th row must be that memoir. How I’m going to reach the 11th row is another question entirely. I can barely reach upto the eighth one. I look around for any kind of ladder of stepping stone but come up short. I blow out an irritated breath. Forgive me, knowledge. I step on the fourth row books, and grab the wood above to reach the eleventh row and start reading the names on the spines of books there. After several tomes about travels across this world, I find the one I’m looking for.

He hated her and for sure didn’t want her help. Once again, she walked to the same study room and thought of waiting for him while scanning the books. From fictional romance to nonfiction world’s reality, there are hundreds of books to engage the readers. Her finger senses the spine of books like she could feel the words inside it, reading them softly, when Samson entered the room quietly.

“No, go to the house instead. I left a book in my room. You can use it to practice your reading.” Her eyes go wide. “Really?” “Yes,” I mutter. I got it from the library. There are many helpful books, even for beginners, there. As long as she remains diligent, I’ll never let her run out of study material. On my feet, I pull her up, smiling at her excitement. “You said you wanted to read without help. The book is bulky, but it should help.” Jade flushes. If we had been in the room, she might have hugged me. “Thank you, my lady. I can’t wait to read full sentences and write my name.”

After 5 minutes if struggling she finally succeeded to take the book down in her hands. She sat on the floor, her back leaning against the shelf as she first admired the cover. Then she turned the book to read the description about the story. Then she hurriedly opened the cover and started to read the first chapter with a satisfied smile dancing in her face. This was the most exciting thing to do for herself. No wonder she didn't realized when the presiding man actually stepped in to invade her imagination and moment of peace.