What I do remember clearly is the planning stage, in which I believed myself to be quite clever in creating new, literal meanings for old figures of speech that had anything to do with books.
"Getting lost in a book" was now a matter for horror, rather than for pestering the poor bookworm who ought to be filling the dishwasher instead of rereading The Thief.
Speaking of a bookworm, this term now referred to a parasite, rather than to a particular someone in the family who ran out of shelf space for all her precious volumes.
And a Literary Immersion Experience created an acronym that does have more than a little to do with the story's plot.
I don't know how clever I really was, and I only used a few ideas out of many, but one (pre-launch) reviewer seemed rather amused.
“Boy, you took it a lot better than I expected.” Huckleberry heaved himself onto the edge of the desk and swung his legs. “Good. So now we can get down to business.”