First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Horrid
She couldn’t remember the first book she had eaten.
What it had tasted like, how it had felt – the scratch of it as it slid down her throat.
She couldn’t remember why she’d done it. She must have been a baby, a toddler, ripping pages out of a picture book about a talking stuffed animal.
Had the smell of books calmed her down then, as it did now?