Prologue

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September 14, 6 years ago:

Avery Mongomery had never considered herself to be much of a reader: she had been known to enjoy a book here or there, and wouldn't mind being assigned a book project in English, but never a reader. As much as she wished to be 'that girl,' the one who could spend all her time reading, who fills her shelves with all sorts of books that she's actually read, Avery always finds herself putting a sticky note in to mark the page and promptly forgetting about it for months at a time.

But there was one book - a book she'd gotten from Barnes and Nobles one day with the gift card her grandparents had given her - that was just different. For nearly six months it had sat on her nightstand waiting to be opened, gathering dust sitting by her lamp and alarm clock, until one night she noticed it. Setting aside her phone - she'd text James back later - Avery switched on her lamp and grabbed the book, flipping over the page one.

Avery pulled her fluffy purple blanket up around her shoulders and settled back against the headboard, the book open atop her lap. The very next thing she knew, Avery's mom was gently knocking on the door, standing behind the door frame peeking her head in to ask if she was "ever going to go to bed?"

Looking up from the book, Avery glanced at the clock, the pink flower one sitting next to the purple lamp, to see the fluorescent numbers '1:02' glaring back at her. She looked back down at the book to check her page - '306' - then back to her mother.

"I will in a bit, I'm almost done." Lenora Montgomery responded with a suspicious eyebrow raise, but said nothing, turning on her heel and padding softly in her slippers to her own bedroom down the hall.

Once the last page was turned to reveal the acknowledgements at the end, Avery set down Better than the Movies feeling as though she might actually have a chance at becoming a 'reader.'

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