Have you ever picked up a book, thinking it could be your next favorite one? You see it from across the book store. Your favorite book store. The ones where it's on an old, downtown city street. The bricks of the building are at least 100 years old; the original wooden store is still somehow in tact. You skip over to the bind that caught your eye. Perhaps it was the font? Maybe it had texture? You don't know but what you do know is that the cover is definitely pulling you in.
Not to mention it's at a great price, too.
So you buy it. You go home. You get in your favorite cozy reading spot. Maybe you even made a cup of hot chocolate? It's raining outside. Cloudy; kinda gloomy. It's cold. You're wearing your fuzzy socks with cats on them. You have your buffalo plaid blanket from Kirklands wrapped around you. The fireplace is crackling. Perhaps Christmas is coming? Maybe thanksgiving? Ooh, Halloween. After all, you did pick up a murder mystery novel.
All of a sudden, 6 hours go by and you're reading the last page of the book. Wow. You close it. You blink your eyes and look around the room. Your hot chocolate sits cold on the table next to you. You forgot to even drink it. The fire is just a glow of low orange now. The raining has stopped. You smile, staring out the window. Wait. It's dark. Wait. It's Sunday. CRAP. Tomorrow is Monday and CRAP you have to open at your job!! But even still, you feel kinda good- because for 6 hours, you were on an adventure with this person you have never met but through text on pages. You saw what they saw, felt their emotion. You were in their world. You saved the kids that were kidnapped!! Woo-hoo!! All in 6 hours you made an incredible journey from being a popular sassy cheerleader in high school to being a badass who had a secret gift of knife fighting and you beat the bad guy. Crazy.
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The next day as you're meeting up with your friends for a quick lunch break; you know, at the little cafe by that bookshop . . . "well" . . . You think to yourself. You see your friends up ahead calling you over. You smile. You hold up a finger saying "one minute" and you leap through the bookstore doors . . . Of course you have to get the next book, what adventure awaits for you tonight?
-Amanda
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