The Truth's Not Pretty Of

A Reader Doesn't Really See The Characters In A Story; He Feels Them.

She Had Found Him And Was Bringing Back His Thanks. Nor Did She Forget To Mention That He Had Assured Her That She Was Indeed The Most Beautiful Fairy He Had Ever Set Eyes On.

She Read And Read And Read, But She Was Stuffing Herself With The Letters On The Page Like An Unhappy Child Stuffing Itself With Chocolate. They Didn’t Taste Bad, But She Was Still Unhappy.

I'm Perfectly Happy To Know The World At Secondhand. It's A Lot Safer.

Only In Books Could You Find Pity, Comfort, Happiness And Love.