A little reading before they let themselves fall into a shared dream. Crowley was probably reading fanfic. This will be the paper piece this month that will go to one of my Lucky Cats or Nazars.
When I was 11 my dad gave me a copy of Catcher In The Rye. I stayed up all night reading it and I fell in love with this story about nothing, this loser with grand dreams and no plan. I was proud that my dad, a writer and voracious reader, felt this book was right for me. I loved Salinger, and my dad's favorite was Franny And Zooey, which I tried to read a couple times but it was just beyond me. Some day I'll try again, and maybe see another little facet of my fantastic father.