Books, Fiction, Human behaviour, Women

Through the Book

The book rested on her lap while she closed her wet eyes. She let the memories flood her for five minutes, knowing that there was no way to fight them. Her hands gripped the book tightly, knowing the bond was too strong to ignore. She lifted the soft cover one more time, turning to her page. On page 12, Natalie had seemed like a ditzy drama queen – the kind of girl she avoided. By page 50, Natalie seemed more and more like her. Now on page 100, she realised, “This is me.”

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