Confessions of a Bookworm

I am quiet and shy on the outside,

When my mind is quite loud and vibrant.

When my nose is stuck in a book,

My head is floating in the clouds.

In private I smell books…

Okay, I smell books in public too.

I don't buy books,

I adopt them.

I hug them as if they were my own children,

And polish them as if they were golden trophies.

I am a bookworm

And these are a few of my many confessions.