It happened that I sat down on a floating, pink fantasy.

It started because sometimes it is boring at work. Here I sit on a compass, this activity occupies part of my brain, and the rest is missing. The music quickly got bored, audio books went. Teaching books or complex in terms took up too many resources - I either distracted myself from work, or stopped understanding the meaning of the text... I sat down on a light fantasy, well there about spiders, magicians, dragons and so on.

One such story really caught me: I listened to the audio, there was no more sound, but there was a continuation in the form of an electronic version of the next part - bought, read. The next part was in the writing process. I found a resource where the author continued one chapter. And as a drug addict, she was waiting for a continuation and another dose in the form of the head of this fantasy opus. At some point the author wrote: “Dear readers, I have good news for you, my book has been released in paper format in such a publishing house! I will no longer publish the book here in parts, buy the full edition!”

Oh, great, paper edition...who needs it! I have broken all the inets, there is no electronic version, well, I will buy paper, I will carry this brick in my bag and read on the way to work from work.

I ordered the book in a popular online store, the self-driving point of which was just on the way from work to home. The mail came, I went to pick up and then I was persuaded: "And how did I be an adult, serious woman and bought such a completely, absolutely unserious book, which could only interest schoolgirls of puberty?" I decided that I would not open the packaging with strangers, so as not to be ashamed.

At the point of self-driving, the package is brought to me by a bearded, brutal guy, under thirty years old, he asks, "Do you open the package?"

I thought, “How can he know what a book it is, let it unpack, I won’t have to argue with this cardboard later.”

“Open it!” I said confidently.

The guy with one movement of the knife cut the cardboard, the top half of the cover appeared: "Oh, this is *****!" - he breathed out the name of the main heroine of the book. “This is where she is...” and then the guy burns out the short content of the book.

“No,” I answered, “what you described is the second part of the book, and this (I point to the purchase) is the third.”

“You are what! I shouted a broken man. Is the third part out?“!”

“Yes, just,” I replied, and rushed away, pressing a new book to my chest, until I was taken away.