He didn’t believe in curses but the book brought bad luck. A chain of wrecked car, house roof damage, broken foot, and unfaithful lover. A novel that went from present day to World War II atrocities and a lost city underground. He stopped and started, stopped again. Bad things happened, rewrote his life. Years later, he’d have to stop one of his kids from taking scissors to a Seuss book. We love books. We respect them. Go to your room—not mentioning that old book, the curse exorcised with lighter fluid and fire.
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