Tangled
Chapter 16
16 Ava: Settling In (II)
Thunk.
That’s it. That’s the last book, tossed onto a pile of mystery novels. Fifteen boxes are now empty, and while it might appear that my apartment is little more than a haphazard pile of empty boxes and organized book piles, my heart breathes with the room I’ve created by tackling the monster that is everything Mrs. Elkins stored in this apartment for the last who knows how long.
The couch is soft and springy as I flop onto it, taking a well–deserved break. Selene’s ears perk up at my sudden display of enthusiasm, but she doesn’t move, content to rest by the front door, which happens to be one of the few places in the living room not covered in something.
“We did it, Selene! We’ve tackled the monster and unpacked it all!”
Well, everything that was in the living room. The kitchen still has a few boxes, and let’s not even talk about the bedroom. But the living room? The living
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room is done, and that’s what matters.
I survey the piles of books scattered around the room, separated by genre. There’s a stack of classics, a pile of contemporary fiction, a few biographies, and even a small collection of poetry. The biggest pile by far, though, is near and dear to my heart. Romance. Tantalizing little bodice–rippers with bare male chests whispering to me, enticing me to flip them open and be drawn into a world of magical, mystical, perfect
men.
I used to read them whenever I had a chance. The
White Peak library was full of them, and I was desperate for any happy ever after I could get my hands on.
They’re a lot less appealing these days.
I rub my chest, frustrated by the ache that likes to poke its head out in my weak moments, and snap a quick photo of the piles to send to Mrs. Elkins.
[AVA: What should I do with all these books?]
Selene seems to realize that I’m done moving for a while and slinks over on her silent paws, jumping beside me. She circles once, twice, then settles down,
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her head resting on my thigh. I scratch behind her soft ears as I wait for Mrs. Elkins‘ response.
My phone buzzes.
dear. Start your own library. They’ve already been up
appreciation. My own library? The thought had never occurred to me. In the Blackwood Pack, books were a luxury. Books were unnecessary, and Mom and Dad weren’t interested in
by the musty scent of old pages,
seem so
hand, and I realize I’ve stopped petting her.
was ever an option
sigh, which I choose to interpret as a yes.
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of the books, their textures as varied as their titles. Some are smooth, others ridged, a few even cracked with age. Each one holds a story, a world waiting
to cherish, mine
But where?
displeasure at being disturbed, and survey the living room with a critical eye. The walls are bare, save for a few generic paintings that came with the apartment. They’ll have to go, replaced by
that will hold
go on a lower shelf, maybe under the window. And the romance novels? They deserve a special place, perhaps a little nook in the corner where I can curl up and lose myself
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waiting to be read. And maybe, just maybe, I could squeeze a small shelf into the bathroom. For those long soaks in
I’m determined. These books have waited long enough to be read, to be loved. They deserve a home, and I’m
on the couch, her blue eyes curious. “What
her head, considering, then lets out a soft
bark.
shopping, of crisp white bookshelves and the colorful book
my books by color. It would be impractical,
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dreams dance and twirl through my mind until they stop with a jerk and a dip in my belly as reality sets in. Bookshelves cost money. Money that I don’t have in abundance, not with my barista wages. Not with how much I’ve
onto the couch, my enthusiasm gone. Happy Ava is gone, and regular Ava is back. Selene senses my mood shift and
comfort.
Eating and saving for
car, once I’m settled in
the thought of these books, these precious stories, languishing in piles on the floor
People turning old crates into rustic shelves, repurposing ladders into quirky bookcases, even building shelves, from scratch with nothing but a few planks
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do that.” I sit up again, staring at my walls. It can’t be
ears perk up at the excitement in
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