Every time Christmas or my birthday comes around, I either ask for a Barnes & Noble gift card so I could buy myself some new books, or just money, but same cause. No lie, I could just grab a book, make myself comfy on my bed, a couch, the kitchen table, at school during lunch, under a tree at the park, just anywhere. Venue does not matter; just as long as I’m comfortable. And I could just read the day away. I don’t know what it is about them. Maybe it’s the fact that the books I read are so well-written that I can put myself into the characters shoes. I can feel how the character is feeling. And after reading a page, I just can’t seem to put the book down. I need to know what happens event after event, word after word. And I don’t want to forget the author of the book. They have a gift.

They usually say that song lyrics help put people’s thoughts to words, in ways they couldn’t possibly think of. But books are like that, too. Different books relate to different people with different feelings. It’s simply amazing. I just love books.