Tangled

Chapter 16

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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.

Start your own library. They’ve already been

luxury. Books were unnecessary, and Mom and Dad weren’t interested in feeding my addiction to fantasy worlds and lives that could take me

by the musty scent of old pages,

seem so far–fetched.

petting her. “What do you think,

silly question. As if it was ever an option to get

out a contented sigh, which I choose to interpret as a yes.

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the spines of the books, their textures as varied as their titles. Some are smooth, others ridged, a few even cracked with age.

to cherish, mine to

But where?

and survey the living room with a critical eye. The walls are bare, save for a few generic paintings that came with the apartment.

hold my new

a lower shelf, maybe under the window.

could work.

the living room in not the

inat

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wake up every morning and see my beloved books, ready and waiting to be read. And maybe, just maybe, I could squeeze a small shelf into the bathroom. For those long soaks in the tub, when

limited only by the space I have and the strength of the shelves. But I’m determined. These books have

from her spot on the couch, her blue eyes curious. “What do you think, girl? Should

her head, considering, then lets out a soft

bark.

of shopping, of crisp white bookshelves and the colorful book spines that would enliven them up. Maybe I would even do something

color. It would be

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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

sink back onto the couch, my enthusiasm gone. Happy Ava is gone, and regular

comfort.

Eating and saving for

than bookshelves. Once I have a car, once I’m settled in classes, things will

on the floor is almost painful. They deserve better. They deserve

life. People turning old crates into rustic shelves, repurposing ladders into quirky bookcases, even building

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can do that.” I sit up again, staring at my walls. It can’t be that hard, can it? I

at the excitement in my

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