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Enid's scrolling.
Yeah, she's supposed to be working, she knows, but she's bored. And her job is scrolling. Part of her job is looking at other people's videos and evaluating trends that she also wants to use.
It's definitely not because she's fucking tired of working
But she's scrolling, anyways, and she likes a few about glitter dumplings, comments on one about the Grammys, and jots down a few ideas in her Notes app halfheartedly, though they're pretty crappy anyways.
Suddenly, she comes across a strange video.
The caption is simply titled, "Review of My Roommate is a Vampire by Jenna Levine".
That's one of Enid's favourite books. Like, ever. EVER. She loves that book.
The creator is titled, "WAuthor".
She's wearing this creepy death-reaper-Halloween thing, with a black cloak shadowing her face and a mask as well, presumably to hide her identity(or maybe it's a vibe thing). She's holding up the colourful book as if it's radioactive.
"This book is straight-up rubbish. It barely has plot. It is mostly composed of "texting" excerpts and the sole interesting part was the kidnapping, and even that was glossed over. I cannot understand the motivation of people who select this book merely to read "fluff", and if I may, the main character is rather too kindhearted for her own good. And extremely... original."
The way WAuthor says it, "original" sounds like "fucking shitty".
The creator continues, "I cannot see the appeal of such a poorly written book--if it were up to me, I would use it as an ornament for my family's mansion--perhaps to add some colour to the corpses, though I do appreciate the medieval grandeur of it as it is. I would not recommend this book for people with common sense. One out of five. For the poorly written kidnapping, because at least there was kidnapping."
That's an unbearable insult. From Enid's point of view, that's a perfectly good book, and the kidnapping was so visceral--she cried along that whole passage and laughed her heart out for the rest! This creator clearly does not know what she's talking about.
But it's 2am. Enid has work tomorrow. Enid has to be productive, something she'd much rather not be, but it's fine. She'll survive(hopefully).
And 2am on a week night is no good time to haggle with idiots with utterly awful tastes in reading material(My Roommate is a Vampire is a beautiful book, thank you very much) and Enid should probably go sleep.
Hmph.
Damn her irritatingly right brain.