Who am I, you ask?

Sometimes I don't know, sometimes I am unsure.

That doesn't concern me though. I have books to take me away, to take me to a different life. That's all I need.

One day I would be sailing a ship, the next I would be investigating a murder- where will I go next? Falling in love with fictional characters, disappointed that I would never meet someone like them. Sobbing over the deaths of made up characters, spilling tears onto borrowed books. Angry at cliffhangers, making up my own endings.

We have all experienced this- I'm sure. 

When you are lost and alone, settling down to a good book can do wonders. However at times, books will make you cry and sob and frustrated, that doesn't matter- not really.