"It took every fibre of my twisted soul not to break up with her the day she took a book from my..."

"It took every fibre of my twisted soul not to break up with her the day she took a book from my shelf and then RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME bent the book back on itself and started reading. Her face mocked me with its glib innocence. I can still hear the sickening sound as a dirty white fissure ruptured along the once virgin spine. She might as well have grabbed a small kitten and snapped its neck in my face, cackling all the way."

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On Breaking Spines | BOOK RIOT (via bookriot)

I have never in my life read anything so true. That wicked, evil bitch.