It's nice. Having an unopened, hardcover book that smells so new. Hopefully, it's going to quite an adventure, even if it lasts less than 48 hours. 24, if you're lucky and it's really good. ...wanting to flip through the four hundred or so pages. I prefer hardcover books for some reason. The only small issue is worrying over the paper cover's condition after holding it for so long. It's sitting on the table, waiting for you to to be absorbed into a fictional world. But there's two, and I don't know which one to read first. I showed them to my mother, who said they were beautiful relative to the price. The translation into English didn't work very well.
Reading used to my biggest hobby. And then, I went on to do better things such as violin and homework and dropping violin, doing more homework, playing more piano, and practically dropping piano... Things like that. I haven't read a book for the fun of it in about a year now, or so it seems. If I have, I don't remember. I feel so illiterate.
And while I continue to ramble about myself, well I guess I can do that because this is my blog, but anyway, I've never wanted a car so badly.
::EDIT:: Well, that's what I get for not paying much attention to the day's post: countless grammatical errors.::END EDIT::
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