Lauren’s a psychopath.
It’s a Jason isn’t it? He seems happy on the outside. He has a good job, people think he’s lucky having a probably pretty wife and the dinner parties are great in a home that’s so neutral no-one can dislike the decor.
But he’s thinking of ending it. It’s just that every time he is about to have enough free time to drown himself or something he gets a text from Lauren that needs answering immediately.
She wouldn’t like the mess anyway, he ponders, it wouldn’t be very neutral.
You just know those books aren’t there to be read.
Only thing missing is a “live laugh love” sign
If it were there, it would be turned around so the text is facing the wall
I bet all the books are about homeopathy and essential oils.
Did you know you can buy books with blank pages? You can even choose the severity of the discoloration and degree of mottling of the pages. Utter psychopaths.
Those are some of the best books. They can take a while to fill up, though.
Not journals, staging books.
I know someone who has beautiful 2 story bookshelves with a rolling ladder. The only real books I saw on their massive bookshelves? The hunger games and Harry Potter. So sad.
Why? What do you do with your books? read them? Fuckin’ nerd.
Cohen was shocked. ‘Bonfires of books?’ ‘Yes. Horrible, isn’t it?’ ‘Right,’ said Cohen. He thought it was appalling. Someone who spent his life living rough under the sky knew the value of a good thick book, which ought to outlast at least a season of cooking fires if you were careful how you tore the pages out. Many a life had been saved on a snowy night by a handful of sodden kindling and a really dry book. If you felt like a smoke and couldn’t find a pipe, a book was your man every time. Cohen realised people wrote things in books. It had always seemed to him to be a frivolous waste of paper.
- Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic