Novel & Cerita Reading Rock Books

These books were fucking ancient, dusty old things bound in cracked leather, and paper so thin it might crumble to dust if you breathed on it the wrong way. “Grimoires,” Camilla called them. Johnny was enamored immediately. “What the hell do you need those for?” Hank asked him. We were hanging out in the control room, waiting for Bobby to finish setting up his drum kit in the studio. Johnny dropped a stack of books on the coffee table. “Inspiration,” he said. Hank picked up one of the books and blew off a layer of dust from the cover. “Sacred geometry?” He shot Johnny a thin smile. “Don’t you remember Mrs. Rice’s class? You nearly failed geometry, dude.”

Boo hoo. And that’s how I justified being a bitch to her. To clarify, I did feel bad about it. Just not bad enough to leave. “What are you studying?” Derek prodded me again. “English Lit. We’re doing Chaucer.” “The Canterbury Tales?” “Yeah.” “Which one?” “You know the Canterbury Tales,” I said in amused disbelief. Mr. Rock Jock, Biceps-To-Drool-For, Out-Of-This-World-Body spends his spare time reading medieval literature. Riiiiight.