I fell in love the first time I set my eyes upon a book, and then promptly began to tear it into pieces and chew the paper. I was probably two years old then.
Okay, I made up the story.
I don’t know anything that influences me more in my life than the current book I am reading. You can confidently say “Oh, P.G. Wodehouse,” if you see me in good spirits or “Oh Paulo Coelho,” if I look thoughtful (ha! no, you are wrong. If I have the “thoughtful face”, it means I am sleeping with my eyes open).
To all the people who buy a book
To while away time or to learn to cook
Based on New York Times bestseller list
Or just choosing what is cheapest
Wish you a Happy World Book Day!
You either read it or you just stow it away
But never think about giving it away
For when your hair is wrong
Or you had a real bad day
It is only a book that will console you
And keep the sadness at bay
Because only books give you unconditional love
And all it needs is two-inch space in your shelf above
Remember, when you have a rash or suffer from acne
The book is never going to turn its face away
So rub your hands together with glee
Because the love of your life is found finally
The white sheets that have been printed and bound
Will be all that you need when you are lonely to be safe and sound (Of course, provided you don’t read Stephen King at night.)
“Write a corny poem about books” . Check.