I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.

I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.

Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of the stars to cross.

You should see it. V for Vendetta I mean. "I'll look it up." No. With Me. At my house. Now

Her library filled her bookshelves and then overflowed into waist-high stacks of books everywhere, piled haphazardly against the walls. If just one of them moved... the domino effect could engulf the three of us in an asphyxiating mass of literature.

Ultimately what I like about reading together is that we all make it happen together. Of course even amid shared experience we’re still alone… each reading of each book is unique. But what a comfort it is to share readings and experiences. How lucky we are when we get to be alone together.

I am concussed," I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.