I don't know myself well enough to actually shout out to the world and carve my legacy in the gaping secret void of the permanent information hole.
Thus, you see me here, chomping and inhaling books by the dozen in my quest for knowledge, despite my awareness that this is not what I need. But what's a girl got to do, when there is a constant compulsion to READ. I can't stop.
Which is why I identify myself as the one and only,
Reluctantbibliophile.
Psst. Also, I attempted to write something. Please go bash on it some and tell me how much better you can actually write this, cause I know someone can, maybe you. But try to tone down the insults, my poor heart can't take too many. XD
- Ze Moon
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