In Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking-Glass, bully boy Tweedledee tells Alice that The Red King, whom she notices snoring, is dreaming of her. Next, he posits that Alice’s very existence may depend on her presence in the dream. A similar conundrum occurs to narrative theorist Umberto Eco, who asks, “Which came first, the author or the reader?” Books, Eco argues, extend readers a hand for a tacit though consensual relationship. Reading fiction, for example Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1897), gives one chills, not only for the content but also the uncanny resemblance between fictional and real-world events. Reading opens us up to a topsy-turvy, funhouse-mirror, Alice in Wonderland universe where we follow in wonder every hint of the hero, intermittently puzzling over what our author is doing.