“I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page”

“I crawled into my books and pulled the pages up over my head.(A Monstrous Regiment of Women)”

“I crawled into my book and pulled the pages over my head...”

“Look under the passenger seat in a black plastic bin. There should be a book.” Raphael hopped out, dug under the seat, and pulled out a dog-eared copy of The Almanac of Mystical Creatures. “Got it,” I said into the phone. “Page seventy-six.” Raphael flipped the book open and held it up. On the left page a lithograph showed a three-headed dog with a serpent for a tail. The caption under the picture said CERBERUS. “Is that your dog?” Kate asked. “Could be. How the heck did you know the exact page?” “I have perfect memory!” I snorted. She sighed into the phone.“I spilled coffee on that page and had to leave the book open to dry it out. It always opens to that entry now.”

“I'm an open book. But some of the pages are stuck together.”

“My life's an open book. Some of the pages are a little ripped, but it's open.”