Today, on my last day of spending time with my boyfriend in Wales, we went to a huuuge shop called Vincent Davies (in Haverfordwest, Pembrokeshire). I love this shop. There’s all kinds of nicknacks and little treasures to be found here.
I came across these amazing book bookends. They would look fab on my bookcase. I really wanted to buy them but I wouldn’t be able to fit them in my weekender bag. 😦 I also love the steampunk style cupboard that the bookends are sat on. I don’t think the shop makes deliveries outside of Wales which is such a shame as I really wanted that, too! Hmmm if only I could store it somewhere at my boyfriend’s house ….
How many of you feel the same way as Kat? I know I do! This sums up my feelings towards reading perfectly. A world without books would be dull and boring and there would be nowhere to escape to to get away from the problems of everyday life.
Late one afternoon at school I found myself under a company of trees, seated on a bench and reading a book.
I’m not quite sure what I was reading exactly but I remember being quite involved in the book. The words were swallowing me up hole, the characters dragging me into their world and I’m sure that the tension within that paragraph was quite high because I was very unimpressed when someone called for my attention.
The girl who called to me was young and asked why I was reading. I really didn’t want to mean to the little girl, I was reading and everyone should know not to bother an avid reader while doing what they love, but I managed to mumble out that I enjoyed it. The girl then frowned and replied by saying that she didn’t read because it was boring and only nerds did it…
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