Battle
of the Books
If Rowling's, The Causal Vacancy and Bradbury's, Death is a Lonely Business had been
jostled about on library cart, resulting in a literary dispute for comfort and some
sort of battle ensued as to which book would claim victory and toss the other
from the cart causing the defeated to fall under the forgotten shelves, and lie
in some crevice in the corner of the vast library, choking to death on the dust
and loneliness, because books are as viable as humans, for if they do not
engage in touch and admiration, death is the result, I claim that the book that
would make the voyage from cart back to its cataloged home would be
Bradbury's. Let me explain. Perhaps I did not give Rowling's book the
attention it deserves, but knowing there wasn't a connection between myself and
the words on the page, I abandoned it almost immediately. It was around page 12 that I no longer cared for
it, and not because it lacked magic, but because it lacked literary magic, if
you will, so I casually tossed it aside, and picked up Bradbury's book, which I
cannot seem to put down, only to write this, for I am so very much inspired as
a writer as well as a reader with the text.
Ten pages in and I am planning a funeral for The Vacancy, I can literally assure you that the vacancy Rowling's
book left on my desk has been filled.
How dare I bash her literary genius, for I only have one title, and
self-published at that, under my belt to date.
I just feel compelled by such things as this and Bradbury has defeated
Rowling in this battle.
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