So I was reading the book New Moon that Ramona lent to me. It’s a continuation of the book Twilight she lent me a little while ago. As I was heading home yesterday, I noticed a woman holding a book with the exact same cover. Anyway, I didn’t stare at her outright since well… that’s rude. I did nonchalantly make sure I boarded via the same door she did on to the subway car. I sat across from her and to my dismay, she was not a woman but in fact a little girl… probably around 14 years old.
Admittedly, the book is ok. It was actually really starting to get good today. It will probably be even better tomorrow.
Well, it so happed that she was 14. But since *i* read that book, it could have been a gorgeous 27-yr old, right?
Touche.