There is only one way to read, which is to browse in libraries and bookshops, picking up books that attract you, reading only those, dropping them when they bore you, skipping the parts that drag-and never, never reading anything because you feel you ought, or because it is part of a trend or a movement. Remember that the book which bores you when you are twenty or thirty will open doors for you when you are forty or fifty-and vise versa. Don’t read a book out of its right time for you.
“But like…” Mandy starts, frowning at the hooded figure holding a scythe. “Why?”
The hooded figure doesn’t say anything. Jenny doesn’t know what she can say either. She’s not even entirely sure what happened, but like, her body and Mandy’s body are lying at the bottom of the basement stairs and she and Mandy like, aren’t in them. Which is just the weirdest.
And then there’s the whole hooded figure thing, which like, what even.
“Uh, so like, are we dead?” Jenny asks.
The hooded figure nods and then disappears in a puff of smoke. Jenny frowns after it and looks at Mandy. Technically, this is Mandy’s fault, since Mandy’s the one who wanted to rush. Jenny was perfectly happy not being part of the whole sorority thing. But no. Now they seem to be dead.
“Aren’t we supposed to like…move on?” Mandy asks.
“I don’t know, I’ve never been dead before,” Jenny points out. “God Mandy this is all your fault!”
Mandy looks horribly offended and drifts off. Jenny stays to watch while the other sorority sisters find their bodies. There’s a lot of screaming, and then there’s a lot of yelling, and then there’s the midnight run to the Home Depot to get a lot of cement and rent a jack hammer.