Tackling the Heavy Tome

The wooden tabletop was getting too familiar, so I dropped down to the wide floorboards to find a bigger test. Leaning against the base of the bookshelf was a massive, cloth-bound book lying flat, thicker than my entire torso. I planted both feet firmly against the polished wood, dug my palms into the book's textured spine, and shoved with everything I had. It resisted for a second, then gave way with a satisfying scrape across the floor. Moving it just a few inches left my arms buzzing with solid power. Next time, I am going to see if I can flip it completely open.