Jack just nodded, too absorbed in his reading.
I just clicked my tongue as I looked at the pages before me.
There was so much I wanted to talk to her about. Like what was her favorite book? I knew she loved theHarry Potterbooks, they were some of the only books she owned, but I wasn’t sure if they were her favorite. And I knew I hadn’t been there for every book she’d read, had we read a lot of the same ones? Did she enjoy the TV adaptations? Had she seen them?
Would she suggest I see them?
I thought about going and finding her, but Jack thought it’d be best if we let her settle and allow her to wrap her head around everything.
I knew he was right.
So instead, I fell back into my book, into a world of hobbits and adventure.