Being a writer and also an avid reader, it stood to reason that a place such as Pacific Pages would attract Matthew's attention sooner or later. Entering the quaint little bookstore the place was rather quiet, but such was to be expected from such an establishment. With little trepidation the young man began to wander the various shelves, primarily being attracted to the section aptly labeled 'fiction'. There was no particular genre within said category that caught his eye, with his taste in literature truthfully being rather varied. Perusing the selection of assorted books the stock was quite ample and far from disappointing.<br/><br/>A soft yawn escaped him. Sleep was something still eluding him as of late, along with writer's block.