Korina reached over to her neighbor's desk, picking up the book that sat atop it. It had been years since she'd read a book this old. Her crowd just didn't venture this far back into literature; or venture into any literature at all. However, small glimpses of the book still came back to her, becoming even clearer as she flicked through a few of the pages. She could see why the girl next to her and her younger self found these books so alluring. "Oh, yeah. I remember this," she said with a chuckle, tapping one paragraph with a finger. "I can see where you're coming from. The humor of older writers is a little more classy, more...sophisticated. It's not just for any idiot who thinks they can read, you know."