… and then some
Nov 7th, 2010 by Ashley
I was reading a novel this evening. I’ve been reading it for the past few days whenever I got the chance. I cannot put it down; yet I cannot afford to take it home with me. So I spent every possible moment at Borders, trying my best to avoid human contact (50% success rate up til now), cracking away.
And when I read that the man who was not supposed to die died, which was literally minutes before they broomed out we non-spending customers, I felt, for the first time, what I’ve often read on page, a chilling sensation that all blood seemed to have drained from my veins. I quickly put the book down as I followed others out of the store. Disbelief of how the event had turned out brewed fervently inside me, and my disgust toward certain entity grew stronger every moment. I savored the thrill that the fiction have given me but I also pondered about the real life events which probably gone unnoticed everyday are the base of this story.
This is not a spoiler as I’m not telling you what book it was that I was reading.