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“Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!” The voices were coming from all directions as I was standing in the middle of the aisle. Good thing I am the only person in here, I thought, I have been walking up and down for the last fifteen minutes. I nervously look around at all my choices. They all look so tempting; sometimes it’s impossible to choose just one. I pick up a thick hardcover with a seductive woman on the cover. “A romantic novel, based on the island of Australia, trails the life of Veronica de Havilland.” Too predictable, I think. I decide to choose a paperback without any pictures; there’s just the title and the author. Simple, yet alluring. I’ll give this one a try and all the little “Pick me!” voices begin to subside. It’s a Friday night and you’re probably wondering why my biggest contemplation is over a book, instead of which new movie to watch. My perfect night would be spent reading at Barnes and Noble and never having to leave.
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