I like paper. The smell of it vie for the place of my coffee. I am acidic actually but that doesn't prevent me drinking it. Paper is the same but of course I don't eat it nor do I boil it for drinking. It's more like the expense I need to throw just to have it and, in truth, I don't have a real job for that kind of hobby. I tell you though that it wasn't a hobby. I have long been in an affair with paper-- with words mostly.
I love to read. Growing up without any books to borrow was both depressive and has stunted my growth. Yet I was resourceful. The only thing I take pride of since I'm too clumsy and just too boring. I began to read every thing: old newspapers and magazines, my uncles' textbooks, can labels, cookie boxes, shampoo and soap labels, etc. I follow advice from my teacher's and aunts until I became so obssessed with words that I can't live without them.
I'm still on a tight budget. Luckily, my good friend luck whispered to my cousin that he should lend me new books. Now, I'm very happy to just devour them. Books, books, just come in my way... Any body got a news paper?
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