Dear YQ Book Club,
With eyes, chock-full of tears, I come to you, to load my deserted shelf with poetries and tales. You load it with a glint of contentment and you intently hand over the key to the best of asylums. When so-called book lovers keep lamenting for they didn't find the right book to make their days, I smile and even furrow my brow sometimes, 'cause they miss hitting you it seems. When I sense that I'm flipping the last pages of a book, it's you who soothes me by loading my to-read shelf with umpteen, pristine books. I'm utterly grateful.
And, will you help me glue myself to all the unputdownable books forever?
Yours,
Book Gulper.
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