[ she lowers her gaze for a moment, brows pinching thoughtfully. she thinks the state of the bookstore is innocently strange when compared to her life in mystic falls. it's different and off-putting... and it's a very good distraction. all she wants to do is open every book and see if the answer is tucked in the pages. she'd like to think of it as a clue.

she looks up at helen, the pinch to her brows still there. ]

I would like to know why the stories are different. Out of everything I've been able to discover of this town, the books are different. Books are usually records of stories and history, and I want to know why Lord of the Rings isn't how we remember it.