Falling For My Stepbrother On Ice
I read, "a landowner well known in our district in his own day, and still remembered among us owing to his gloomy and tragic death, which happened thirteen years ago, and which I shall describe in its proper place."
I closed the book immediately. "This is ridiculous."
I wasn't a novel type of person. I definitely wasn't a Russian literature type of person. This was stupid.
I stared at the wall for five minutes. Then I said, "Fuck it!"
I'd make it a challenge. I picked the book up again and started reading. I got through the first paragraph and then the second. Then the third. Before I knew it, I was turning pages.
"Hello, hello!" Came August's voice from the foot.