Okay I am completely aware of the fact that I am neither that celebrity whom young girls would scream for nor this hot model whom paparazzi would like to take photos of secretly. I am this regular girl you will meet in almost every corner of your neighborhood. So why care about me? Why bother? Well, whatever the reason you are reading this post is, I just want you to know that I am not different, I am just trying to think differently, in a good way of course. So just in case you’re curious, I’ll let you know one of those odd things about me.
Well everybody- wait, not everybody, using the word seems to me like exaggerating what I’m trying to point out here, maybe merely some of my pals- yes that sounds better, know exactly how I love books. Well yes, I love books- always get over excited in a bookshop, always feel miserable when I accidentally fold a page, am determined not to lend any of my friends- not even the best one those books I adore so much and some other silly things I just won’t tell. Am I being horribly nerdy for doing so? You judge! I don’t care. All I know is that books have managed to give me this feeling of comfort and security. Yet the best bit is “because they actually never get bored or tired of telling me stories when anyone else does.” What a weird me!
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