If I had to choose one thing that would tell the world who I am, I would choose a book. Books are inexplicable, sad, humorous, and adventurous, just as I can be. And no amount of infinite words you use, you cannot quite describe them.
They appear differently to their various readers, just as I am perceived by the world; people judge me by my cover.
A book is inexplicable sometimes because you can't fully define how it makes you feel. Like me, I cannot be categorized, I do not fit on one distinct shelf. I am so many things, ideas and interests wrapped into one package; I can't be wholly explained.
Well written books evoke various emotions. They make you laugh, they can make you cry, and they can be deeply interesting.
I, like all human beings, have many emotions, and depending on my mood I can cause people to feel certain ways.
Most readers will pick up a book mainly by looking at the cover or the title. Numerous people discern me without really reading my pages. They see me as a withdrawn, quiet girl, not knowing what lies beneath my skin. In fact, I can be entirely the contrary.
Around family and good friends I am quite loquacious. I can be found cracking jokes and laughing my head off. I am wild. I like to be crazy sometimes. (Don't we all?)
If you don't read a book, you won't know what you're missing. You won't know anything about it. So take the time to know a person, to know me,
and find what lies beneath the cover.