Bernkastel, The Reader
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A newly widowed woman decides to revive her an old android she made a long time ago. All she wants is a friend to talk to, just like what she wanted years ago. He never changed a bit even though he has been unused so long ago, still craving the affection his master once gave him. As she spends more time with him, little by little she remembers the real reason why she had to leave him and marry someone else in the first place.
"Please don't explore Ivory Hall in the middle of the night?"
"Why would I?"
"It's these kinds of houses where people in horror stories get in trouble."
It all started when Anya Morgenstern's car broke down in the middle of the woods. A long way from home and with a storm coming up she decides to backtrack to a house she passed by a while ago to ask for the telephone, or maybe a lift to town if she's lucky enough. But due to the storm the telephone and electricity lines are cut, leaving Anya stranded in the house for a few days with D, the owner, who for some reason seems afraid of her. And despite her trying to heed to D's warning, she finds herself wandering around the mansion in the middle of the night. During a storm, nonetheless.
What could go wrong with listening to the house calling her name? Err, middle name, actually. It's not as if she's not the only one in the house whose middle name is Selene, right?
Due to the interesting summary, a teenage girl decides to buy "The Wishing Tree" at a garage sale, a novel about a prince who travels as a peasant boy to find the titular tree in order to escape his fate as the next monarch. By the time she reaches the climax, however, her cousin and her boyfriend decide to play a prank on her by hiding the book from her. Desperate to finish the ending before she loses interest, she begins her search for "The Wishing Tree". But only one person at a time can get their wish granted by the tree, even if one of them isn't exactly looking for a literal tree. But a wish is still a wish...