note: this is not finished
I love books, not just the cover but the content. How it could make you happy, sad, angry, or confused. How it could pull you in and force you to never want to part with it until you finish. How it expands your imagination opening it to a whole new possibility. I love opening it and looking at the print. After all, for it to be a book it must have words right? So why is this one......blank? It didn't even have a picture, it was filled with completely blank pages. I looked at the cover to see if I missed anything, but it had a usual cover with a title and a picture. Even the back cover had words but, not a description...it was called
James
I laid the book on my desk 'I probably should not have bought it, but...something about it....' I shook my head and discarded the thought. I studied the front cover a little more carefully. The background was dark blue with a boy no older than 18 in the foreground. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes. It had to a relatively modern book because his clothes looked they came from target.
