THE BOOK THAT FOUND ITS READERIt began as a book without a reader. Then the pages started turning on their own.
In a quiet library slated for closure, a cataloger discovers a novel that shouldn’t exist—its pages blank until someone looks away, its title shifting in the catalog each night. The book begins to write margins filling with notes no one remembers writing, cross-references pointing to rooms that were never built, readers who were never alive.
The more she reads, the more the book learns her—her pauses, her pulse, her private thoughts caught between sentences. It begins to change shape to fit her attention, each chapter adjusting to the way she breathes. When she tries to stop, the silence reads her instead.
The Book That Found Its Reader is a literary supernatural mystery about language that refuses to stay passive and stories that demand to be finished. A meditation on reading, memory, and surveillance disguised as fiction, it sits between If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler, House of Leaves, and The Raw Shark Texts.
For anyone who has ever felt a page watching them. You are not reading it. It is reading you.