The problem with getting a reading list—
was that eventually—
you had to choose where to begin.
Thursday morning arrived with the familiar rhythm of lockers clicking shut and teachers greeting students in the hallways.
Noah stood by his locker, looking at Lily’s recommendation list one more time.
When Lily walked up, she noticed the folded paper in his hand.
“You’re still deciding?”
He smiled.
“I narrowed it down to two.”
“That’s progress.”
“Then I remembered your notes beside each title.”
“And?”
“Now I can’t choose.”
She laughed softly.
“That wasn’t supposed to make it harder.”
“It made me want to read all of them.”
Before she could answer, Jason appeared carrying a notebook covered in colorful sticky notes.
“I, too, have recommendations.”
Ryan arrived a step behind him.
