Note to reader: Sorry if this post is rambling or doesn’t make much sense, it’s just an idea that I had and I want to write it down here..

Things My Books Never Tell Me:

My Books never tell me that it’s too early/late to read them.

My Books never tell me that I can’t read them if I am lonely, sad, or just plain don’t feel good.

My Books never judge me whenever my hands are shaking from my CP (Cerebral Palsy) as I am trying to read them.

My Books never tell that I am wrong for disliking a particular story that they tell the next book is always ready for me to read it.

My Books never tell me that I am weird for sleeping with them and my Nook Tablet near my pillow at night, they are always there me in case I wake up from a nightmare and need to get my mind off it.

My Books never judge me whenever I sometimes hug them for comfort.

My Books never judge me whenever I learn a new word or lesson(s) from a character(s), it always feels as if they are happy for me that I learned something from them.

My Books never tell me that I am crazy for having crushes on characters like ‘Tybalt” from the “October Daye” series by Seanan McGuire.

My Books never judge me for needing to get away from my body that is most of time either stuck in my bed or in my wheelchair and into a world where almost anything can happen and for awhile I am not stuck, sick, or in pain I am flying, running, laughing, or crying right alongside these characters.

My Books never judge me whenever I give a hard/or soft cover one away after I finished reading them because they know that I am just helping them to go on to their next journey with the next reader..