Sometimes our family eats out in Chinatown. We are a traditional kind of family and often we have four generations represented at the big round table. American passers-by also like the restaurant, though are justly less complimentary about the bathroom. Sometimes I notice that there is an interest, almost a yearning to be part of our table, as if it has something different from the individualism so prized on Wall Street. It is different, but comes with a price of obligation and deference to the group. The obligations differ for gramma or our new grandson. In the middle are people like me, and our children, mostly in their twenties, and now the first of the new generation. (He's nearly one and we love him to bits.)
So, being in the story
Hi my name is Everest and on the day after my birthday I had the biggest shock of my life. To me, my day was normal. I got up, had breakfast, went to collage and came home so how did something like this happen.
This is a story about a girl who works in a bookstore and finds a magic book that has reality altering powers when used.
Update: Chapter 2 added.
Story will be updated as each chapter is finished and chapter length may vary.