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                  “There's nothing quite the same as sitting with a real book in your hands. Breathing in the ink and feeling all those wonderful lives beneath your fingertips.

Books were the safer way to go. It was easy to get lost between the covers of a book.

"What do you get from those books anyway?" She closed the book she was reading, thought for a while and said, "It is better than the world we live in.

This is who I am. Silent. Quiet. Interior. More comfortable with books than new situations. Content to live within my imagination.

She was showing me a part of her when she told me about what book she was reading. I should have told her about a book that meant something to me the way that book meant something to her, because I can think of no better way to meet a girl than to see her through the eyes of the story she loves best.

As I got older, I preferred the library to any other play space, the books inside to any other companion. When forced outdoors for fresh air and sunshine, I grabbed a book and stuffed it down the back of my pants to hide my contraband. Then I'd climb the willow tree in our backyard and read until my mother allowed me back in.