Sometimes I look at books the way I look at people, some titles conjure a sunny memory, some covers attract a piece in my soul, some written summaries pierce my core. Too many, too confusing, full of drama and yet I know every story is a good read for a book won’t be published if it’s not meant to tell the world a journey.
So you, yes you, you were made to be in this shelf, this beautiful circular shelf you are free to breathe and fall for such an endless period of gravity. It does not matter if you aren’t placed on the top or right where you can be easily spotted.
You are here to tell a story, soon someone will grab you and you will make them laugh and cry and they will wish your pages will not reach the end like they will never want to lose you-this is how you will be loved eternally.