The smell it gives off is old, but homey. The slim loose leaf pages that turn easily give a friendly feel. They trap me deep inside continuously making me flip the pages over and over.. so much that I cannot escape on my own, until I've reached the final chapter.. the final page.. the final sentence, even the very last words.. whether it end with a period, exclamation mark, or even framed as a question.. whether I gasp in awe or weep in agony.. I'm left there feeling this raw emotion only to want more.. the characters that I considered close and comforting, I have now lost.. closing the hard cover, I'm left with fond memories that I shall take with me through my life remembering the moments of gratitude I felt for each individual one.. This is who I am.. 
-From The Girl Who Loves To Read(WickedLovely)


P.S.
   I dream of being a writer living in a New York penthouse over looking Central Park and living in some small way like Carry Bradshaw in Sex In The City.(Fingers Crossed)
   Also if you see any of the future short stories/novel, I publish here, on any other site please bring it to my attention. Thank you in advance.