((song of the day: sticks and stones by jonsi. it's icelandic love.))
Today at high school, this girl pointed to the book she was reading and asked me: "Have you read this?"
I said yes.
She said: "Does it get better in the middle?"
I said sort of.
She said: "I just can't get through it! I've had it checked out of the library for two months."
I said Oh really because I actually kind of liked it and I read it in two or three days.
And then she stared and stared and stared at me and said: "You've actually read an entire book in two days!?!" And then I stared and stared and stared at her and eventually started laughing and couldn't really stop. And she said: "What's so funny?" and smiled like it was something she said, but I ignored her and kept laughing because What Was So Funny was that I read an entire book today. And an entire book yesterday. And one on Sunday. And one on Saturday.
She wouldn't get it.
Is it so bad to devour books?
I. Think. Not.