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Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life

Brendan hadn't actually been to Napili Plaza before. He wasn't sure how he had avoided it, but he had done so up until now. Today the artist was in search of another form of art and to do that he had come to the plaza seeking a book shop. For the way in which the written word can be crafted was one of the things Brendan considered to be true art. He loved reading, the imagery, description, the characters and the plot. He found books mesmerizing, captivating even.

At the end of the plaza he found a cafe-bookstore combo, and entered it. Various armchairs and sofas were scattered around the place and the atmosphere was cozy, if a little too much. A few people were gathered around a few tables drinking coffee and reading some books which they had presumably purchased from the bookstore. Looking at the title's of the books, he recognized them from authors such as Steinbeck, Poe and Nemirovsky. Brendan himself was looking for Of Mice and Men by Steinbeck and after seeing somebody read it he felt assured that it would be there.

He began to browse the stacks of books, walking from section to section looking for Steinbeck. He found himself in the classics section and he begun to walk down it passing the letters for 'W', 'V' and 'U' until he collided with the girl stacking books. The box of books she had in her hands fell to ground, it's contents spilling of onto the floor causing a few of the covers of the paperbacks to bend. "I'm so sorry!" Brendan exclaimed as he bent down to start piling books back into the box, "are you alright?"