But I know the difference. Everyone else is a ghost. I exist here alone, stranded by choice. Deserted.
I half expected to find Sherlock Holmes thumb wrestling with Jane Austen in the corner.
It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present. Her absence was palpable, even though she was still in the room.
I don’t know what boldness came over me, but the resolute heaviness of Dash’s demeanor threatened to crush my soul. My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his pinky finger latched onto and intertwined with mine. I like magnets a whole lot.
From the time I was a baby, my mom took me to the library at least once a week. Librarians were like Mary Poppins to me. They always knew how to match a book to my mood or to whatever I was going through at the time. I could always find peace in books.
I am listening and I am listening because what I’m playing isn’t something I’m thinking about, it’s something I’m feeling all over.
Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.
You know what, Boomer?…You restore my faith in humanity. And lately I’ve been thinking that a guy can do far, far worse than surrounding himself with people who restore his faith in humanity.
All I ever think about is food or sex.
I lost myself immediately in one of the books, only emerging when the phone rang.