The bookstore clerk pulled my selection from the pile of books we were purchasing. He *waved it in front of RenTeen.

Clerk: “This one’s not YOURS, is it?”
RenTeen: “No way. The Pratchett is mine.”

I will be shame reading my new and embarrassing book in the bathtub where nobody can see me reading it. I will also be purchasing my next book from Amazon. They don’t mock my choices.

*The clerk could have asked me what I enjoyed reading last year and told me what would be a better choice than the book I chose based on the cover quotes.