Dear Books,

Dear Books,

I love you.

I don’t say those words lightly. Usually you would at least need to buy me dinner. But it’s true. I love you.

You provide me with hours of entertainment. You drown out the world.

I need you.

I don’t know when my obsession with you began. You’ve always been there. 

No matter how hard life gets, no matter how much I can’t handle it, I know you’ll be there with a new world, a new love interest, a new story, for me to sink my teeth into.

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