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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 ...