Pounding The Keyboard

Beauty's Curse "Her bow is drawn to worlds of dark, where arrows spring and miss their mark— she'll turn their heads but not their hearts.”   It was during the last few frantic days before Christmas last year when I asked my niece on what book would be a nice gift to someone, a lady who adored books. My niece told me to give her Lang Leav’s first book. “Lang Leav who?” I remember asking, that was the first time I heard the strange-sounding name. “She’s a poet, and a writer, she’s very good, I love her poems, I follow her on Tumbler. Your friend’s gonna like it.” I took her advice seriously. You see, my niece is a lot smarter than me. An honor student since prep school,   she’s a voracious reader and has quite a high standard when it comes to books, so when she says that this particular book is good, it really is good. So off I went to a mall, trotted inside a bookstore and rummaged and turned it upside down for a copy of Lang Le