Bookworm Bitches Cytherea < Edge >

For the first time, a conversation opened instead of closed.

That night, Cytherea didn't sleep. She re-read her marginalia—not the plot notes, but the emotional ones. She saw a pattern: "Wrong." "Actually." "No." bookworm bitches cytherea

Lena nodded. "Like someone I know."

Cytherea had two problems: a TBR pile that could anchor a battleship, and a nasty habit of saying "well, actually" at parties. Her friends, only half-joking, called her and her two closest reading buddies "the Bookworm Bitches." For the first time, a conversation opened instead of closed

That evening, she texted her Bitches: "New rule. We are bookworm bitches, not fact-flingers. From now on, we ask: 'What did you love? What confused you? What do you want to know?'" For the first time

The colleague beamed. "Sure!"