If my life was a book... It would be too undramatic to be fiction. It would be too lonely to be romance. It would be too average to be a horror of thriller. It would be too real to be a fantasy. It would be too human to be a sci-fi. There is no sparkly vampires. No talking rabbit that constantly keeps check of time or a hatter that is completely crazy. No magic and no Harry Potters. Obviously, this book has no great interest to be best seller. My book would be a book you past on the shelves like you pass me in life. A book you flip through but never read like how you see me but never bother to get to really know me. However, there is only one copy of this book. It will sit on the shelf waiting, until someone comes along and doesn't pass by and doesn't just flip through the pages but will actually read years and years of work, thoughts, happiness and pain. Even if it may seem to be the most boring uninteresting book to many other people, the reader would want to be apart of these pages. To keep reading this book, to care of and to, eventually... LOVE.