I was reading a book, about A book, who fell in love with a book, and that book is about a book, which is about A book that kills, and that book kills because that book's about a girl who kills. And the book that fell in love is about a book, and that book's insides are about a book who's writing a book. Meaning that the book that I'm reading is about a book of many books while the writer/ creator of that book is the real book who wrote with books and books while thinking of books.
What do you think?
(About books)

I'm so sorry.


Fun Fact Bout Me: I've never seen real snow before, unless snow cones count. So, yeah, the idea of a large snow-covered landscapes, seems surreal and fantasy based to me. That's why I love having such a biome in stories and movies. I guess it's kinda sad, I'd love to go see snow.