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Reading books fiction Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you don’t realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself.



Fiction genre suitable for people of all ages. Everyone will find something interesting for themselves. Our electronic library is always at your service. Reading online free books without registration. Nowadays ebooks are convenient and efficient. After all, don’t forget: literature exists and develops largely thanks to readers.
The genre of fiction is interesting to read not only by the process of cognition and the desire to empathize with the fate of the hero, this genre is interesting for the ability to rethink one's own life. Of course the reader may accept the author's point of view or disagree with them, but the reader should understand that the author has done a great job and deserves respect. Take a closer look at genre fiction in all its manifestations in our elibrary.



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id="_idTextSpan43469" >got the chance while queuing at the bank? The bus? The metro station? At the dentist waiting room? The toilet? to advance two or three pages further instead of wasting her time leafing through the same rubbish magazines over and over again. And the fact that, amongst the numerous books she undoubtedly possessed she had chosen his for such a peculiar oc-casion (due to the reading conditions and the lack of any alternatives) as a flight, must have meant some-thing. What though? Was she afraid stepping in it with something high-brow, but way too mind-numbing and had therefore opted for something much lighter though mediocre, simply to pass the time? Or was she one of those uncompromising readers who do not bargain on the quality, even on the plane, and so had finally found in his novel something both worthwhile and more than suitably delightful to read on a flight? Oh, how he wished, practically prayed, for the second one!

After checking who was calling her all this time, Lela was in turn now calling back. “Hey, where are you?” were her first words. Despite appearances, they were

+ or even the toilet

+ and in that they were both alike.

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quite meaningful in terms of content. For, besides the tone of her voice, the language of communication, the level of comprehension in it, the standardness of her accent and hence her possible ethnic descent, they were also telling of the existence of a person of un-known gender and other such personal information, whose geographical coordinates she fervently desired to find out. It was the same for the person on the other end of the line, judging by her reply. It was complete-ly honest, reflecting as closely as possible and with no embroideries the truth. Yes, she was already on the plane, unfortunately her arrival to Rhodes was expect-ed to be slightly delayed due to the no-show, that’s how she put it, of a passenger, and a subsequent bag-gage check, which she left completely uncommented on; she took it, you see, for granted and rightfully so that any explanations were redundant in an age when anti-terrorist hysteria had reached unprecedent-ed heights.

The final “me too” final because the hostess had started her rounds to recall to order all the undisci-plined passengers who had ignored her command to deactivate “now” each and every electronic device even though it didn’t sound as heartfelt, troubled him. So, apart from the verb itself, she also shared with her

- Fervently?? Come on now

- Then, why is it the first thing she asks?

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