Books are always interesting. Interesting to those who don’t want to be in reality. Reality is abrasive, tearing through the dreams of all. All who try to find their way but find themselves lost.
Lost to vices and addictions they cannot beat. Beat after beat in the clubs and parties they occupy to alleviate their sorrow. Sorrow for the life they wished to have but can’t seem to locate. Locate others of their kind so they can relate.
Relate people to characters that they wish they could create. Create work that they aren’t ever going to finish. Finish their pity parties so that they can continue their books.