That evening, she texted her Bitches: "New rule. We are bookworm bitches, not fact-flingers. From now on, we ask: 'What did you love? What confused you? What do you want to know?'"
Lena replied: "Who are you and what have you done with Cytherea?" bookworm bitches cytherea
Cytherea froze, a sharp retort on her tongue. But instead, she listened. That evening, she texted her Bitches: "New rule
For the first time, a conversation opened instead of closed. What confused you
Priya continued. "You correct people, Cy, because you love books. But to them, it feels like a power play. You're not sharing your light; you're burning them with it."
Cytherea had two problems: a TBR pile that could anchor a battleship, and a nasty habit of saying "well, actually" at parties. Her friends, only half-joking, called her and her two closest reading buddies "the Bookworm Bitches."