I came across this Tumblr post and feel like it might also intrigue/entertain/disturb the people of Pagebound so here you go (all credits to Tumblr user bleekay and their dream imagination):

had a fucked up dream i had a book that turned out could never be read again the same as the first time because each reread the characters became incrementally more aware that the events of the book had happened before and they were “reliving” it and i reread enough times that they became self aware, figured out they were in a book, acknowledged me as the reader, and some lost their minds or had existential crises, became violent to other characters or themselves, some begged me to never stop reading or they ceased to exist and others begged me to end it all stop reading and keeping them trapped in the endless loop of torment, and the literal only way to get the book back to its first run was to hand it off to someone else to read for the first time and for some reason i physically couldn’t tell anyone about it so i’d have to just hope whoever i gave it to would only read it once and i could never open the book again to check if they were okay and back to normal because i was terrified of fucking them all up again :(

Did anyone else struggle with this writing? I feel like I keep having to read these descriptions multiple times to know what's going on. I don't know if this is intentional to make the reader feel as out of sorts as the biologist feels or if I'm just losing my mind.

Good morning Bookaholics!

Here is your question of the day....

If your life had an audiobook narrator, who would it be?

I would personally love Stephen Fry to narrate my life, because he would sound so serious, even in the unserious parts of my life 😅