you a buy
book because
everyone says how
wonderful
it is.
how it's changed
their lives,
their way of
thinking about
the world at large.
they are better
people because
of that book,
but you hate
it. you've read
the first ten
pages
three times and
still don't get
it. you can't
pronounce a single
name of any
character,
but it's a thick
book, one that
you will lend
freely if asked,
for now though it
holds the door
open, the one with
the loose hinge,
in the den.
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