Books, Reviews And The Newspaper

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Brooklyn's P.O.V.

That night, I read again. Even though I only have one chapter left, I start another book to review the next week. I read late into the night and end up falling asleep while reading...

The next morning, I feel someone shaking me.

I open my eyes and find Jane looking at me worriedly.

"Brooklyn! You never sleep this late! What happened?!?!" She asks.

I look around and then see the book I was reading last night.

I groan. "I was reading. I had a deadline to finish and then I started to read another book because of a new deadline." I say.

"Brooklyn, your job is becoming a bad thing." She says.

I sit up. "We've talked about what we need to do when our jobs become bad things."

"I know." I say. "What time is it anyway?"

"One-thirty."

"What?!?!" I jump out of bed and run into the bathroom. Hitting the door in the process.

I end up falling down on the floor and touching my hair.

"Ow!" I say.

"Are you ok?" Jane asks.

"I will be eventually." I say.

After a shower, I go back into my bedroom and get my laptop. I start typing on my laptop, writing the review. I'm still tired and I wish that I had sleep. After a while, I'm finished and I really want to sleep, but now that if I go to sleep now I won't later.

Walking into the kitchen Jane comes through the door.

She hands me a cup and I look at her.

"Had to go out and decided to bring you a latte from Starbucks." She says.

"Thank you." I smile.

I drink it and feel a little better. Then I start thinking and getting frustrated.

Harry's words, they're right. Jane is right. My job is getting in the way of my life. Something has to give and I know what I have to do... Thing is, I don't know if I should. I'm constantly reviewing and reading books, it's getting harder... I have to let it go...

Truth be told, I never read this much before I took on that column in the newspaper. I read a couple of books every two weeks or so, but now, I'm reading three to four every week.

I sigh.

The answer is clear, if I want to live my life, I have to do something that I'm not sure about...


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