She searched for reviews of books to read, the best she got was “satisfying”. She wasn’t one to settle for average, never had been; so she tried the search button yet again.
More books, more search titles and more average satisfying reviews. She wanted a book she could drown her sorrows in. She wanted a book which reflected the strange universe embedded in the depth of her mind. She wanted a book whose words she could breathe.
But above all, she wanted a book she could recall with a smile at the unusual coincidence of distinct similarities with the characters,
In the end, she decided, maybe I should write one…