She nearly spat. “I’m not working in a bookshop,” she said. “Every asshole in my class wants to work in a bookshop. ‘It would be my dream job! I write books, I sell books.’ Please. People who work in bookshops are the worst. They’re . . . I dunno, capitalist librarians.” “I thought you liked books!” “I do!” She shook her head. “But I want to write them. I don’t want to have to sell someone else’s books. Most people’s books are shit!”
Well, she's insufferable.
