Laila frowned. She had read Sophie's World as a teenager—the tale of a girl who discovers she is a character in a book. This felt different. Darker. More personal.
Laila thought about Sophie Amundsen, who learned she was fiction but chose to love her world anyway. She thought about her grandmother's laughter, her worn copy of Gaarder's book, the way she would say: "We are all made of stardust and questions."
"Who are you, really, when no one is watching the story?" Dunia Sophie Epub
She typed back, her fingers trembling: Who is this?
Here is an original story: The Unwritten Chapter Laila frowned
The response appeared as if someone was typing in real time.
The file saved itself. A new message appeared: Darker
Laila's eyes stung. Her grandmother had died six months ago. She had been a philosophy teacher who believed that every person is both the reader and the writer of their own existence.