[ amy doesn't really want to read it, hence, she'll stall. she shifts even more, her shoulder coming to press right up against his. it's so much easier to blame it on him, that he doesn't like her voice, or her reading, or the book content, or even the cover. it's so much more easier to just blame spike than to admit to herself that she reads this book in hopes that the narrative will change, that the tall, thin guy will appear before her with a coffee. ] What makes you think I don't want to? Are you not enjoying it? Best to tell me now before we get into the thick of it, yeah?