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He instructed the class. How many times has someone mentioned the word 'different' since I got here? At the fundraising event, I heard that word about ten times from the people my aunt introduced me to. How am I different? I wanted to tell out. He walked over to the table in front of the class and passed me a book. I realized it was a novel; Purple hibiscus by Chimamanda Adichie. "That's the book we're currently studying, you can take it with you to your seat. Also, you can take the seat beside Webster" He dismissed me and I was bothered about how I'm supposed to know who Webster was.

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I looked around until a shelf caught my attention, on top of the shelf is a sign posted in it that reads 'Bondage and Sadomasochism', I wander through the shelf until a book caught my attention. Dollar Sign by Giza Clay. The title of the book was intriguing, I took the book off the shelf and read the summary of the novel written on the back. After reading the summary, I decided to read the whole book later. I turned the book over the last page where you can see a picture of the author and the author's biography. My brows furrowed when I saw Giza's picture, I couldn't help but ask myself what the fuck happened to his face. He has an angelic face, very beautiful but a scar in an X shaped destr

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

"The cover is exactly right. The cream color. The specific typography Patricia chose for the title." "What does it look like?" I said. "Like the inside view of something that cost a great deal and produced something real," she said. "The cover is the green dress. Not literally. The color is the color of the green dress. The specific emerald that you wore to Marlowe's and to the gala and that you gave to the Brooklyn shelter." She paused. "The woman who collects it from that shelter is going to walk into her custody hearing in a dress that is the same color as the cover of a book about what the other side looks like."

It's come to my notice that I actually do that to him a lot. "Rica wait!" he's voice boomed through out the library. I turned back and gave him a look like he was crazy, I mean he might have as well been, didn't he know the librarian Mrs Agboola was a no nonsense woman, she could banned us permanently from the Library. Dili probably might have not cared about that but I strongly did. The library was my only form of safehaven in school, and I was very determined to keep it that way. "I don't think the people at Zuma rock heard you well, why not be a little louder ehn" I whispered sarcastically with yet another eye roll.

Chapter 16 - blacklisted "Ah! A classic. The green book written by Henry Welsh? Ah, I remember that guy, I still feel sad about what happened to him." The old janitor sighed as if he was at a loss. He was talking about the book as if it was a golden classic. "Wait, you know the book?" I was shocked momentarily, I searched for the title for hours without finding anything. Who would've thought that I could just ask an old man?

The cover was the same design as The Inside Account but in a different color — green instead of blue, the specific green of the kitchen garden gate, the green that Thomas had said would weather well. Ernest watched Don open the first copy. Don held it in his hands for a moment — not reading, just holding. The quality of someone receiving the physical evidence of the work. The work had been abstract for so long — the manuscript, the galleys, the proofs, the emails with the editor. The physical book was different. The physical book was real. The physical book could be held and opened and given. Don opened the title page. The Ground Keeps, by Don. He turned to the dedication. For Ernest, who ke

he says cocking a gun which he hands to him, I go the opposite direction, my eyes turning to see his back disappear The hallway is tall and bright as I rush through, my heart pumps hard in my chest, I hear the first gunshot and my steps falter but I remember what Dominic said. “Don’t slow down” My steps increase, and I reach the office for, he's right, there is only one green book, I pull the book outer like a lever and the crackles of machine turning fills my ears. More gunshots fill my ears, and the sound of footsteps follows, I look up and the library pulls one like a door, I quickly rush in the door closes with a thud behind me.