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She is never without a book. She appears in the morning with a pile of them. She stacks them beside her while she eats breakfast. Her bookshelf is overflowing. I find books stashed in every backpack or bag she owns, scattered in every room of the house. In the car, under her bed, in the unused doll's pram. The staff at our bookstore know her by name. The local librarian knows her by name... and this is how I find her most nights on my way to bed, sound asleep with her current favourite book.
1 comment:
This reminds me of myself. I was just like this when I was little, there really is nothing as fabulous as a good book.
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