Finding a Good Page

I scrambled up from the rug and vaulted onto the low table to see what was resting there. A paperback novel lay wide open, its spine cracked against the wood. Planting my feet firmly on the margin, I gripped the corner of a heavy paper page with both fuzzy hands and heaved it upward. The paper flipped over with a sharp, satisfying snap, revealing fresh rows of tiny printed words. I crouched low right over paragraph three, leaning in to take in the story.