Excerpt from More Than Books

I opened it.

You opened it.

All the way.

You cracked the spine.

You'd never forgive me for that.

You opened it all the way.

Up. So that I could kiss the front page. The title page.

The title page.

Yes.

You kissed it.

Yes. As if I was kissing you. I was pretending to kiss you. Kissing a book you truly loved was a little like kissing you.

I suppose that's a romantic inclination but…

I left a little lip print. I didn't mean to. You can barely see it. Just a lip print.

Lipstick?