Truly reading is my first love. I was that kid in middle and high school. You know, the one that tried to fit in but was impossibly shy, the one sitting at the ballgame wishing she were home, firmly ensconced in the latest adventure she'd picked up from the library.
In the real world, I only had one true friend, Susan, but at home I had hundreds of friends that would never betray me. They lived between the covers of the books that lined my closet's top shelf. I kept them hidden, like my own secret kingdom, always willing to take me on adventure whenever I had need. They were extraordinarily patient with me when I couldn't see them for a while, and they never tired of telling the same story over and over again.
So what happens when you're a kid like this?
I LOVE this. Sounds quite familiar :)
ReplyDeleteSounds VERY familiar :)
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