I like reading fiction books,
I don’t judge covers by their looks.
I like to enjoy discovering plots,
To meet new characters who get tied in knots.
To feel their struggles and know their pain,
To follow their journey against the grain.
Become entwined in heart-warming tales,
Become part of their life, watching over their tails.
Become engrossed as I read late at night,
Know that I simply must read their plight.
Whether they do it wrong or right,
I need to know that the end is in sight.
And then another book appears,
I hope this next one don’t take years.
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