Wormed

I love books. I'm not a highly intellectual dork and I'm not that fond of studying but I like seeing shelves full of books. It has a relaxing effect on me. I like the smell of newly printed papers and the sight of words on a page. I'm an amateur in wrapping gifts but I'm a virtuoso in covering books. Anyone can borrow money from me—if I have, that's the question—but nobody can borrow my books, they are my priced possessions, unless, the book is highly exceptional that I feel the urge to share it with a friend.

When some people get to see my books at home, they'll instantly go wild and tell me, "You read all of that?!?!" as if I did an act that changed the world history. I just refuse to inform them that I read and reread all of the books several times so they won't go nuts.

I love reading. I can spend the entire weekends reading inside the house, never step out, and talk to no one. My family is seriously getting disconcerted with my "weird" demeanor. They think I'm sad whenever I spend too much time reading, which is ironic because I truly enjoy it a lot. Sure, when I read, I'm basically alone, but I'm not alone "alone". How can I explain to them that I'm talking to a best-selling author? That I'm touring the different parts of the world? That the book IS my company?

Reading is the only activity that enables us to visit many places and meet various individuals with just a flip of a page. That's why I love reading, and you should love it too. Pick up that book. You'll thank me for it.