the last thing, tag: open

[Emma Banwell]

It was the last thing Emma needed right now; more books. She had bookshelf after bookshelf back at home, along with a couple of piles here and there on the floor that wouldn’t fit on said shelves- and, although she’d read most, there were plenty that had yet to be read. But, once again, she found herself in Everbooks browsing the shelves. She just wasn’t.... feeling any of the books she had, none were jumping out at her right now. Besides, it was her day off and she didn’t want to spend it stuck in her apartment by herself and before she knew it, her feet had bought her here. Again. Reaching up, Emma picked up, ‘My Name is Red’ by Orhan Pamuk, flipped it over and scanned the blurb. This book had been stalking her recently, every time she walked in a bookshop, it was there. Every time she walked in to the library, it was there. Even this morning when she went to get her coffee before she came here there was someone sat at a table, reading it.

It did sound good. But to Emma, the blurb was only a third of buying a book, it was a delicate operation. Opening to the first page, the brunette quickly scanned the opening line. It was an important line, the first, it had to be a good one. “I am nothing but a corpse now, bloody at the bottom of a well.” Yeah that’ll do it, that’ll intrigue her. The final step, and arguably the most important.

The smell.

It was one of Emma’s favourite parts of books and literature- the smell of books. She was insistent that ever book smelt differently, even collections of short stories, each one held a different scent. And, when she was reading a book, she always thought the parts she had read, smelt different to what she hadn’t... Okay, so maybe checking a books smell before you buy it was a little... Odd.. But it’s just what she did. Glancing left. Glancing right. Checking no one was in the aisle to give her a weird look, or tsk or whatever, Em opened the book to a random page and inhaled. Well... That settled it. Resting the novel in the crook of her arm, Emma lifted the cardboard travel cup to lips to drink the coffee within, disappointment clouding her features with the immediate realisation that it was empty inside (damn, she’d been enjoying that) as she moved to a different aisle to see what other treasures she could find.

She had a sickness. She was sure of it, OBBD she called it. Or Obsessive Book Buying Disorder. Every time she came into a bookstore she just had to buy at least one book, normally two or three. There was really explanation Emma could give, it was sickness, and addiction- and it often wasn’t cheap. But it made her happy, gave her an escape. Green eyes scanned the bookshelf before her, her finger tip dancing across the spines until she came to ’Fifty Shades of Grey’. Hmm, she’d heard a lot about this recently and it definitely.... intrigued her, grabbing the novel, she flipped it over to read the blurb of this one.

Hmmm......

[Amy Scott]

Amy decided to head over to the book store to get a book. She was told by a friend that the book titled Fifty Shades of Grey was a good one to pick up. Of course when she got into the store she decided to browse around first. It turned out they had a couple of books which she was in need of to complete her book series which she had at home on her bookshelf. She didn't enjoy too many of the series which were written, so this was a need to get moment for her. If she liked there series then she would add it to her collection.

She was missing Book Five of the Left behind series. Book Ten, which was the last book of the Pendragon series. Amy grabbed them off the shelves once swhe found them. Then she decided that it was a good idea to get the book she had originally came in to get, She wanted to get back to get dinner cooked. Julian was coming over tonight. It was going to be dinner between finace's.

That just sound so right to her. She was glad that The Vow had matched them together. They had a lot to talk about before the wedding. She walked to the aisle where her book was at. There was a young woman who held a copy of the book that she wanted to get. A friend of her had told her to pick up the book and read it. Then tell her what she thought of the book when she was done reading it. That was what Amy planned on doing.
"I heard the book is pretty good from a friend of mine." Amy quietly said, as not to startle the young woman in front of her.

[Emma Banwell]

Emma wasn’t sure. Yeah, she’d heard a lot about the novel from friends and through various book reviews online, knew all about running... themes throughout the book, and yeah a lot of what she heard as largely positive, and all the success the trilogy had must mean it was doing something right. However, she’d also heard a lot of negative reviews about the writing style – obviously important in a novel (Erotic or otherwise) and was something that, occasionally in the past, had put Emma off of a book she was reading, once of twice forcing her to stop reading half way through (something the brunette hated to do, and avoided).

A quiet voice beside her drew Emma from her internal debate, and her gaze fell from the book to the slender blonde beside her. She didn’t look familiar, was she talking to her? Crap, she was, what was she saying? God, Emma really had to learn to stop getting so wrapped up in what she was doing and start paying attention to what was happening around her. Her gaze immediately fell down to the books the other woman was holding, then back to her own- ah Fifty Shades. “Yeah?” she asked with a small shrug, “I’ve heard mixed reviews about it.”

A few more seconds of... well to be honest, pretending to be undecided about whether or not to buy the book- truthfully, if there was book (or pair of shoes) she was unsure about buying nine times out of ten she would eventually buy it, why she had to put herself through the whole ‘should I? Shouldn’t I? Okay I will’ thing, she didn’t know... but she did it a lot, more than she thought she did actually, now that she thought about it, “well, there’s one way to know for sure, right?” She told the blonde, laughing slightly as she put Fifty Shades of Grey on top of My Name is Red- something she was really looking forward to reading at the minute and was definitely moving to the top of her book list.

Unable to stop herself from peaking again, Emma looked back at the strangers pile of books, the titles weren’t familiar to her, but her curiosity was peaked. Running a hand through her curls to brush her hair from her face Emma smiled at the woman grabbing another copy and holding it for the woman, “You want a copy?”

[Amy Scott]

Amy saw the young woman it was the book Fifty Shades of Grey that she was reading. She hoped that she didn't startled the young woman. It just she was in front of the book and there was no way to get to it, unless she said something. The young woman in front of her looked like she was really into the book. Amy really didn't want to interrupted, but she wanted to get home and get into her bed and start reading the good books she had just picked up.
"I have to say, it the same with me. I heard from a few friends, a few of them said the book was a good trilogy to read, it's quite enjoyable. Some of my other friends, they said that the writing style wasn't for them and they really couldn't read after a few minutes. I decided to come and judge for myself." Amy said.

She wasn't in a hurry to get the book, but she would likely be done with the stack she had in a matter of days, so it would be a good idea to get the book right now. If she didn't then she would be back here to get it in a couple of days. She decided to grab it now instead of later.

Amy glanced over at the pile of book the young woman had in her hands. Some of those books were good reads.
"Sure, I would like a copy." Amy said. She was trying top figure out something to say to her, she wasn't going to grab the book and go. For her that was consider rude. If she did end up doing that, the next time she saw her, Kira would have to give her an apology for running out on her. "My name is Amy Simmons. What's yours? If you don't mind me asking."