Reading
I get so absorbed into my book on the train these days that I find the train journey a little too short even when I live more than half an hour away from work. Instead of catching a shuteye, I read. Reading puts me in the story and at times I feel myself being part of it.
In the story I am reading now, this girl called Duffy Quinn was admitted to a quaint old community hospital for her high temperature. Things started happening strangely after one night she heard screeching sounds beside her bed. And these strange things slowly made sense when she understood why they were happening to her - Someone's after her life. And... I haven't finished reading it so I don't know who the murderer is.
I need new novels to read! Will someone buy me more?
In the story I am reading now, this girl called Duffy Quinn was admitted to a quaint old community hospital for her high temperature. Things started happening strangely after one night she heard screeching sounds beside her bed. And these strange things slowly made sense when she understood why they were happening to her - Someone's after her life. And... I haven't finished reading it so I don't know who the murderer is.
I need new novels to read! Will someone buy me more?
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