Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
Holly goes to the telephone, reaches for it, then pulls her hand back. For almost a minute, she just stands there, gnawing her lips. She’s not used to taking the initiative in things. Maybe she should call Bill first, and ask him if it’s okay? “Bill doesn’t think the notebook’s important, though,” she tells her living room. “I think different. And I can think different if I want to.”
Woohoo! Go, Holly, git em!