Jan 182014
 

Party games had been prepared by my mother but, because nobody was there, not even my sister, none of the party games were played, and I unwrapped the newspaper around the pass-the-parcel gift myself, revealing a blue plastic Batman figure. I was sad that nobody had come to my party, but happy that I had a Batman figure, and there was a birthday present waiting to be read, a boxed set of Narnia books, which I took upstairs. I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories.

I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.

  • Page: 9 – “The Ocean at the End of the Lane” by Neil Gaiman

As an introvert myself I understand. My books are my long-term friends. My shelves full of books bring me comfort and warm memories of good times between their covers.

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