There was once a little girl who pranced around with  30 page chapter book glued to her tiny paws
dreaming of the brawn knights and dainty princesses that resided between the pages

She grew up into a "misunderstood" middle schooler in beat up Converse that contrasted her soft cotton dresses that reaked of femininity, yet were so fitting for the characters of the cheesy, tween romance novels that made her fall in love with love

That same girl has now matured and is on the brink of adulthood
One who has a wishlist on Barnes and Noble that could be copied onto te Great Wall in size 12 font and still have books left over

I yearn to explore the world via literature
I admire the depth of my passion that has carred me this far
I ove that my bookshelf is oveflowing and will never feel insecure for my flawless trait