A Story A Day. Story 163 of 365: Bookworm.

To Clarissa, books were like people. Or even better. She was a certified bookworm, she would start reading first thing in the morning and not stop until bed time. She would walk on the street reading a book, she would eat reading a book, anything she did she always had a book under her nose. Books took her on trips, on adventures, on romances. Books taught her how to love, and how to live. She liked books because they were complex, and they were true. Books didn't tell lies, they told truths inside their worlds. Books were welcome from the first word. Books were not jealous of other books, she didn't have to give explanations. And because books were better she just didn't talk to people.