The Book I Will Never Finish
The book is just a stretch of my hand. Tiny green bookmark pops up near the quarter part of the book. I hesitated a bit, but then decided to take it. I have not read much of this book, more exactly, refrain from reading it too quickly. One chapter went by just minutes. I desperately want to continue, but I put on my bookmark, close the book, and put it back again nicely. The book sit perfectly for me to stare at. I just cannot finish this. Not because the story is boring nor it brings bad influence, but I don't want to finish it. I don't want it to be over. I've been reading since the earliest memory of my childhood. The moment I recognized how to read, I spelled out every signs and boards on the road. Before ten, I've finished a (non-R rated, of course) novel series in just two weeks, not enough to fill my school break. I've been craving more and more books. I read like I only got minutes left to finish it. I read so much that my mind can create sentences just from...