One book on the table.
Read me, she says.
I'll give you surprises you'll never find elsewhere.
Ten books. Stacked on top of each other.
They don't really care whether you read them or not.
One of them whispers.
Please, don't read me.
I am ashamed of what's written inside of me.
These books are just part of a quota that must be met.
Publishers must publish books.
If good writers don't come along,
they just publish whatever they can lay their hands on.
It's your fault!