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She ate books like popcorn...
Feb. 22nd, 2006 11:17 pmThe first time she had done it was when she was 9 after she had lost a dare from a peer. She had to eat one of every pamphlet from inside the nurse's office about sex, drugs and venerial disease. Lucky for her that time she had been allowed to ketchup on the paper while she ate the words one panel at a time. Days later she found herself craving this again, but eating the pamphlets didn't work to make her less hungry. they were just paper again.
Eventually the cravings went away but every so often she'd get them so badly that one time while in the doctor's office she stole a medical magazine she found herself drooling over and secretly at home, ate it with a canister of frosting in her closet. It tasted like heaven, and for a while her cravings were satisfied. Even stranger, later she was able to write an entire essay about liver degeneration for her class with very little research needed.
As time passed on, she took to lurking in used-bookstores, buying cheap science, math and history textbooks, sometimes even hanging around the colleges to find more. Science she found, needed lots of garlic, while math, which later grew to physics had a bitter almost ashy taste and was best oddly with carrots, peanuts, and a little raspberry vinegar. History was like a rich steak so often she found herself pouring soy sauce, or steak sauce or even the odd old favorite of ketchup. It went on for years..
Then on a whim, she tried eating a fashion magazine.. ...and promptly started heaving over the toilet.
She hasn't touched a book since. Thankfully she's been able to squeak by with that scholarship she had, and thanks to the internet, passed with flying colors. Now if she could get away from her current addiction of eating printed out fiction, everything would be great.
Eventually the cravings went away but every so often she'd get them so badly that one time while in the doctor's office she stole a medical magazine she found herself drooling over and secretly at home, ate it with a canister of frosting in her closet. It tasted like heaven, and for a while her cravings were satisfied. Even stranger, later she was able to write an entire essay about liver degeneration for her class with very little research needed.
As time passed on, she took to lurking in used-bookstores, buying cheap science, math and history textbooks, sometimes even hanging around the colleges to find more. Science she found, needed lots of garlic, while math, which later grew to physics had a bitter almost ashy taste and was best oddly with carrots, peanuts, and a little raspberry vinegar. History was like a rich steak so often she found herself pouring soy sauce, or steak sauce or even the odd old favorite of ketchup. It went on for years..
Then on a whim, she tried eating a fashion magazine.. ...and promptly started heaving over the toilet.
She hasn't touched a book since. Thankfully she's been able to squeak by with that scholarship she had, and thanks to the internet, passed with flying colors. Now if she could get away from her current addiction of eating printed out fiction, everything would be great.
