Book Club

My Book Read Me. Now I Feel Small.

“I see you’re reading Frankenstein. Honey, you know you don’t need a book for that, just look in a mirror.”

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“No wonder you’re so pale. That forehead brow is so dense it shades your face like a canopy.”

“Don’t act like you’re a book worm. You opened me just to update your Goodreads.”

“You don’t have to update your Insta bio to say you’re a ‘book enthusiast,’ your follower count already tells us that.”

“I’m just surprised you can read anything past 280 characters.”

“I see you’re reading Frankenstein. Honey, you know you don’t need a book for that, just look in a mirror.”

“Maybe instead of reading, you should try out for basketball. Your head would make an excellent backboard.”

“You need the light to read me? Your ears are so big, I thought you were a bat.”

“Honey, with shoulder like those, you don’t need a bookshelf.”

Short humor. Writer and performer who lives in Los Angeles, California. Tweets @elimagers