Amelia Hutchins

I knew she couldn’t sleep, she was like me now.

eeth into my throat and rip it out

You could tell a lot about a person by what type of books they displayed on their shelves. You collected books you enjoyed, books you treasured and wanted to keep close by to sink into a large Chesterfield couch and escape the world. It was like getting a rare glimpse into the soul by snooping through someone’s private book collection. What they read told you a lot about a person and their personality, if they preferred fantasy or fiction to nonfiction, they needed an escape from the mundane. Nonfiction readers preferred to live in the now, to know facts the narrator or writer had studied in vivid detail. I preferred romance or fantasy to escape and live a thousand lives I’d never experience without the author giving me the chance to climb inside their soul, making their books my home for a little while.