the book that you haven't read

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I borrowed a book from the library, from my better friend, YA Shelf. I began reading it, as was expected; it wasn't borrowed simply for looking pretty on the stairs, which - incidentally - is the place I keep my need to read and borrowed books. Hmmm, thought I. This is familiar. Have I read it before? I asked Goodreads. Nah, said Goodreads, unless you read it before 2014, which is likely coz it was first published in 2012, innit. Please excuse Goodreads. He desperately desires to fit in with the cool kids. What was going to happen next was always on the tip of my tongue, so to speak. I knew what was going to happen, but didn't actually know until it did actually happen and my eyes danced over the words. It was akin to déjà vécu, which I have experienced in its purest form on a few occasions. It's a bit like having a sixth sense, but without being able to express yourself . My reality is that I haven't read the book before, and yet my logical head says that I have done. It's an incredibly bizarre feeling, like experiencing enough to know that you've experienced it before, but having too little knowledge to make this truly feasible. My friend Brain is incredibly daft sometimes.