Post by rabiddog on Jul 30, 2011 14:12:04 GMT -5
Within the avid reader’s clutching hands lay Junot Diaz’s The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, a book that she had once heard her brother talk about when he was reading it for school a few years past. The book was sort of depressing, but Sinead rather enjoyed Diaz’s style of writing. And her reason for being in the library in the middle of the day on a bright, sunny weekend? She was new. That might sound sort of weak or unrelated, but Sinead’s shyness was excruciatingly difficult to overcome, and thus she sought out a quiet place and found a book whose title was familiar. Familiarity was always a good thing.[/blockquote]
The library wasn’t really that crowded, Sinead noted one moment when her eyes left the page, a movement triggered by the sound of somebody pulling a book from a shelf. Her old school’s library never was this quiet. In fact, it was often the most social place, or at least the most publicly social place. This place was so different, though. And the differences extended beyond the fact that everybody who was on the campus had some sort of crazy power or ability, or whatever they were called. Even so, Sinead ran a hand through her long, brown hair, maneuvering it nonchalantly so that it covered a bit more of her face as she bent her head down again to address the book. Everyone had abilities, just as she did, but she felt more freakish than ever, as if she stood out like a sore thumb.
Perhaps it didn’t help that she always thought somebody could read her mind and that she believed people didn’t like her the moment she opened her mouth. And then she was stuck thinking of these things, and her blue-green eyes glazed over so that, instead of reading the same sentence over and over and over again, she was just staring blankly at the page. The words just became blurred black lines, and the massive amounts of footnotes just became a blob of ink with no registered meaning in her mind. It probably didn’t help that songs from the musical Avenue Q got stuck in her head because those lyrics really aren’t entirely inspirational, or at least they failed to inspire Sinead. The very same Sinead who was just sitting like a blob in one of the comfortable chairs in the quiet library in the middle of a beautiful weekend.
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