Book: Book Chronicles Animant Crumb

I would rather faint to avoid this. Unfortunately, my circulation was not so unstable, and I had to face this situation.

- Miss Crumb, with all due respect, if you thought and did not feel, then this, by definition, is not falling in love.

"If only life were just a book," I thought to myself and ran my fingertips over the leather spine, walking down the annular passage. In the book, you could open the last page and see how it would end. Either everything went to dust, or, in the end, everything fell into place.

Just because I feel compelled to help in the woes of our society doesn't make me a good person. I don't want to brag about it, and I also don't want others to think I'm better than I am.

It seemed to me completely pointless to adjust the body to the clothes, and not the clothes to the body.

The whole world knew that I enjoyed reading and that I was not doing anything else, but very few asked what I was reading at the moment.

“Honey,” Aunt Lillian said, and put her hand gently on my shoulder. “Sometimes just reading is not enough.

Books over books, pages, words, the smell of paper and dust in the air, I realized that my heart now belongs to this place.

I put the book on the table, sat in the chair, and a tingling sense of anticipation gripped me. I haven't felt that way in so long. Waiting for a book, too big to read at a time, on a topic I barely understood. I opened the first page.

So far, I've only had a crush on books and my grandmother's macaroons, never a man.