Book Report

“It’s my favorite,” she said, handing him the battered paperback. She didn’t ask, but he knew he was supposed to read it.

“Thanks.” He didn’t know what to say. Books were things he rarely thought about. He didn’t have a favorite.

The book stayed on the kitchen table for a few days. Then he moved it to the top of his dresser. Every morning he looked at it and thought, I need to read this. It made him feel guilty.

book_stackFinally she asked.

“Amazing,” he replied. “Can’t stop thinking about it.”

She smiled. “Do you want to read the sequel?”

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