Here's the things I meant, but I never said.

An anonymous girl in her mid-twenties that sells books, takes photographs and wishes she was a cat.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.

When I was five I learned to read. Books were a miracle to me - white pages, black ink, and new worlds and different friends in each one. To this day, I relish the feeling of cracking a binding for the first time, the anticipation of where I’ll go and whom I’ll meet inside.

Read at every wait; read at all hours; read within leisure; read in times of labor; read as one goes in; read as one goest out. The task of the educated mind is simply put: read to lead.

There are many, many types of books in the world, which makes good sense, because there are many, many types of people, and everybody wants to read something different.