Standing amidst the school library shelves, I let the natural exhilaration of classic books take over every fibre of my being. Focusing my attention on book covers, I run my fingertips over "Little Women" and "Wuthering Heights." I'm not sure if it's just me, but my mood easily changes when I gaze at books.
Instantly, the urge to go book shopping arises. Modern novels will serve, especially since I have space for extra books on my bedroom bookshelf. Most of my current collection consists of old British novels.
"Great books. If you're indecisive, I think you should start with 'Wuthering Heights,' then move on to 'Little Women'," a familiar voice suggests.
Knowing it's Leigh, I don't even flinch. I continue pretending to be engrossed in the books as I reply, "I've read them."
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