I step away from Seth and he allows me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I rummage through the bag and see what other books are in it. There's a few romance, a few biographies, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and some true crime. I like it. A nice, healthy variety. I pledge to read them all. I'll have the time, anyhow. Maybe I'll get an idea or two from some of them on how to get out of here...
I put the books that have splayed out on the bed back into the bag, taking out The Bell Jar. I know I read it not too long ago but it's a good book and I'd like to read it again. It might be one of my favorite books. I didn't relate to Esther that much and sometimes I felt I couldn't understand her at all, but there was something about her character that had me strangely compelled. I'd like to see if
