The Book Witch
There are two kinds of people who mass consume things. One group calls themselves critiques or consoles, that they merely ingest a lot because they are trying to find the best and must weed out all the horrible things in order to find it. The other group lets themselves be called gluttons, they arguably enjoy what they are consuming more because they don’t need to feel the need to explain themselves to anyone. Alice knew which group she belonged to. Alice was a story glutton. Her love was in the classic tomes of Sherlock Holmes, Anne of Green Gables, Jane Eyre, and Don Quixote . It also had spread to Hunger Games, A Matter of Days, The Fault In Our Stars, Ready Player One, and Harry Potter. Her love touched poetic longing and trashy romance alike. It danced in battles and in dark alleys. It covered innocence to sin with a gentle touch. It lingered in the plots of movies, from the Oscar winners to the b movies found in the free bin at a Goodwill. It had settled like a cloud