An anecdotal ode to books

Yesterday, on my bus ride home, I started The Master and Margarita. An older gentleman behind me cleared his throat, smiled, and grumbled “Miss, that’s my favorite book. Very important…culturally.” I turned to him and smiled briefly, then looked back down at the page.

Chapter one: “Never Talk With Strangers”

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