One
You’re in this really really intense political debate that
is either going to wreck your friendship or solidify it. That book in your
handbag is a new release, and you’ve been coveting it. (the convos turning to
gun control now, and Lordy, you may be in the South but you’ve got some
opinions on the matter that don’t exactly go with the status quo) You make that
split second decisions to unzip the purse in a very ninja-like fashion the
place it in front of your face as both a shield and a way to keep your mouth
from the furious opinion-sprouting that it is so prone to doing in situations
like these.
You hear the intake of breath and feel the book being
snatched out of your hands. You’re safe for now. And so is your friendship.
Time for a sandwich. You look longingly at the coveted ARC and hope that the
cover doesn’t get bent.
Two
You’re walking through Barnes and Nobel. (Why are you in
here, you fool? You know you can’t resist the call of the novels? Is that the
New Adult section? YA? Don’t mind if you do.) You’re sadly non-bookish friend
is getting dragged along for the ride but too bad for them. They should know
not to go out of the mall exit closest to the book store by now.
You walk out with four books. Well, your friend does. You
got them as pre-releases and they have
got to read them. They know to listen to you because as much as they don’t
like reading (gasp-I know) the one’s you tell them to read they usually end up
liking.
Three
Do you honestly need a reason? Books are fantastic—pool side
or mountain topped.
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