Wendy nodded her head, taking the bookmark she had set aside and putting it against the pages of her own book, the one in her lap. She closed it and gave Devyn her full attention, despite the fact that she hadn’t really wanted to talk to anyone in that moment. It wasn’t like she was actually reading her book anyway, having been dazing through the window for the last fifteen minutes, barely getting through one page of the novel she’d chosen for the day.
“I enjoy his stories,” she told her, adjusting her position in her chair. “I mean, they’re not my favorites, but no one can tell you that he isn’t iconic. My favorite is Eleonora,” she confessed. It was one of the only love stories that he ever wrote, and even that was a tragedy.
Two people who preferred to not really indulge in a conversation, having a conversation. Well, this should be pretty entertaining. Then again, most people who go to book stores or the library normally don’t want to indulge in conversations. Suppose the two girls were making an expectation of the unspoken rule.
Perhaps it was the fact that the other reads and enjoys Poe’s stories or could just be that someone who was in a library sitting down with a novel was staring into space…intrigued the first mate.
Huffing a small laugh, she nodded her head as she looks back to the book in her hands. “Yeah, the guy is a bit of a required taste.” She said with a small scrunch of her nose as she looked back to the blonde. “Elenora was a good one, but I still have to say that the Cask of Amontillado is one of my favorites.” She commented. “I remember his words more than I do with my own.” It was enough said, the guy is a genius.
“What are you reading?” Or not reading. “…now?” She asked as she stepped towards the other.