Crimson-soled Christian Louboutins sauntered around the events space, 4C, in the main building. Quilted Chanel bags draped across cocktail dresses, and bow ties contrasted brightly against pink oxfords. For the
I haven’t read the classics, nor am I an avid reader. I once overheard a fellow writing student talk about books the way I would talk about clothes. I began to worry that my nonexistent love of literature meant I was in the wrong major.