Well, this is basically the end, so the answers should be in these next few pages. I doubt they will surprise you, but you never know. I don’t know how smart or thick you are. You could be Albert Einstein for all I know, or some literary prizewinner, or maybe you’re just middle of the road like me.
Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.
Hi, I’m Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I don’t think there’s a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.
Know that blank pages feel the urge of the ink as much as tears paint a different pain, changes
Are we not all books waiting for someone to pick us up and read the pages that people missed?
Inconveniently, books are all the pages in them, not just the ones you choose to read.
Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned–in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible