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Chapter 12: Nico Robin (Sandry)
"Here you go."
Robin looked up from her current book (Mandala: The Wheel Turns), to see another book held in front of her face. It was massive, almost a tome, with pale green plaid binding. Mildly, Robin, blinked up at the young lady who held it out to her. "What's this?"
"The Banks of the Boyne." the brunette replied. "I wanted a second opinion of its utter suckitude, and I figured that since you like reading so much, you could read it and tell me what you think."
"Of course." Robin agreed readily, smiling. "But might I ask your name, miss?"
"Call me Sandry." was the reply, before she vanished. Her voice echoed throughout the library in a hushed tone. "I'll come back when you've finished it. Tell me what you think then."
"Well, what do you think?" Sandry asked a week later, just as Robin closed the book for the last time.
"I think it is long, complicated, and needlessly verbose." Robin said matter-of-factly. "Moreover, the point of view, time period, and setting changes suddenly and without warning throughout, making it a pointlessly difficult read."
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Sandry rolled her eyes.
"By the way, I didn't recognize any of the locations or events used," Robin added. "Would you mind explaining to me—"
"Okaygottagobye!" Sandry said hastily, snatching the book from her and vanishing before Robin could even finish her question.
Robin blinked. "How very odd."
*The Banks of the Boyne is a book of utter suckyness. UGH, I hate that book…