… and they were alone except for a sliver of moon…
I fell inlove with this yellow book because I found out that I can be found in its pages. In every word of it, in every idea that springs forth as I read it, I smile and say to myself that this is me.
This book, I believe, is for me.
It was in Finding Forrester that I learned you don't choose the books that you read. The book chooses you. Technically, it wasn't me that stumbled upon this yellow treasure in the heaps and heaps of books that are scattered in the library.
But it was waiting for me one rainy day and I cannot stop being inlove with it.
This book, I believe, is for me.
It was in Finding Forrester that I learned you don't choose the books that you read. The book chooses you. Technically, it wasn't me that stumbled upon this yellow treasure in the heaps and heaps of books that are scattered in the library.
But it was waiting for me one rainy day and I cannot stop being inlove with it.