The day started with me finishing my zillionth book. I had been reading Song of Solomon for the past three days and was eager to hear the end of Milkman's story. He had felt trapped by his family, just as I feel trapped by mine, or by what is left of mine, or maybe even this town. I have always loved reading but every-since meeting Herman my love have grown exponentially. We meet every Wednesday and Sunday to report to each other what we've been reading and if we would recommend it. He actually recommended Song of Solomon. After finishing my book, I went to the kitchen to make my first coffee of the day. I sat by the window and watched the sun begin to rise. My gaze became fixated on all of the people franticly walking into town. It was odd that the streets were this populated on a Tuesday morning. While looking down, I saw Herman amidst the crowded sidewalk. He was walking alone, with a rather concerned look on his face. I don't know why but I had the sudden urge to foll...
“Better never means better for everyone... It always means worse, for some.” -Margaret Atwood