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he said. “By about four days,” she said. “I checked against the journal.” “You keep records,” he said. “I keep records,” she agreed. They stood for a while. “The book is doing something,” he said. “The reader messages.” She’d been sharing some of them with the household — not all, some were private in ways that the sharing would violate, but the ones that were about the quality of the book rather than the specifics of the readers’ lives. “Yes,” she said.

She said: "I thought so." An hour later she had found four books, which was, Jo told me quietly while she was reading the back of a fifth, about average for a Saturday. She read the backs of all of them with the same attention and returned most of them to exactly the shelf she had taken them from, which meant she had been tracking where they came from while she was reading, which was entirely consistent with how she operated. The four she kept, she brought to the counter. I took them before she reached it.

Meanwhile, few benches away, Kira sat quietly sipping coffee with her headphones on, but she wasn't really quiet, trouble was definitely been cooked. Then I peeped only to see her reading a book with the title, “How to Heal Fast When Your Trusted Best Friend Is Madly in Love With a Sad Billionaire.” I'm not surprised, topical of her. So I took Marianne, my mother for a walk.

“You’re back from boarding school.” “I am,” he whispered. “Well? How was it? Did you like it? I haven’t seen you for so long. What?” she asked, noting that he was staring at her for a bit too long. He grinned and held up a book. “Read this to me,” he said instead. “I missed you reading to me.” She noted that the book was old. She smiled when she saw that it was Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. “All right,” she replied, taking the book from him. In an instant, the book was snatched from her hand and thrown to the floor. Sakura looked up to see Alaina and Tara standing before them, glaring down at her.

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I was here for legends, actually stories that had something to do with me. I grabbed another book off the shelf, “Flare”. Already read this one. I grabbed a few more books and I tagged all of them the same. "Ugh” I groaned in frustration as I placed the last book down, how was it possible that I've read almost all the books here.

she asked, unable to hide her disbelief. "Of course not," he replied nonchalantly. Lili's eyes widened. "Then why did you make me carry all these?" she asked, feeling anger building up inside her. "So, I can have choices," he responded, causing Lili to roll her eyes. "How many books do you read in a day?" she questioned, feeling skeptical. "Two or three," he said, making her jaw drop. "You made me carry all these books just for you to read two or three?" she exclaimed, feeling cheated.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Help yourself to one of those. ‘You mean read?’ ‘That is what people usually do with books.’ With a short sigh of impatience, Theodore wandered over to examine the neat rows of titles which lined an entire wall of her sitting room. The only things he ever read were financial papers or contracts, or business-related articles he caught up with when he was travelling. Occasionally his attention would be caught by some glossy car magazine, which would lure him into changing his latest model for something even more powerful. But he never read books. He had neither the time nor the inclination to lose himself in the world of fiction. He remembered that stupid story he’d read at school—about some a

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold: