Post by mason on Sept 22, 2011 7:44:40 GMT -5
MASON
Book Club wasn’t that bad, in fact it was quite an easy task to do. It didn't require a lot of energy, nor an IQ of over a hundred. The Geology Professor didn't understand why more student's didn't pick the quiet solitude and intense discussion of Book Club for their needed extracurricular activities. Well, they weren’t needed, but they looked good on college applications. It was Friday after class, every week, where they would discuss new books, or all read a book together, and discuss how far they’d gotten. It was a leisure club, meaning there wasn’t any requirement, or a deadline with how far you had to read.
Mason pushed the bar on the door, hating the horribly loud clicking sound it made as he opened the door. Libraries were funny places. It was solitary, almost. Its own building that seemed to be colder than the rest of the school. It also felt a bit dry, of course—any little bit of moisture could ruin the books forever. While Mason made his way through the shelves, he let his fingers slide along the spines of the books as he carefully searched over them.
Books had spines, faces, and backs. Like a person, almost. But books had more interesting things to say than most people. And he often felt closer to the stories in the pages, like he felt at home when he could immerse himself in the stories. The Professor was yet to find someone who felt the same way. He made his way to the center of the library, past the computers, where a few chairs and the sofas had been arranged in a circle. This was it. Scratching at the fine regrowth of his beard, Mason looked around with a slight frown. No one was here yet. Of course this didn't surprise him, but it was a cause for worry. Over the past few years the groups had been getting smaller, and the unnerving feeling that he would have to share his passion with himself grew heavier. Shaking his head softly, Mason slowly lowered himself onto the couch stiffly.