Some people fit into the supermodel mode. They do glamorous at the drop of a hat. I just drop the hat. Actually I don't even wear hats. I am not traditionally goodlooking but I am what I call booklooking. Don't attempt to look this word up in the dictionary. It could be harmful to your health.
Booklooking is more than a bibliophile on the rampage. The real booklooker cannot breathe without the knowledge that they have something of interest to read, tucked somewhere safe. Actually there must be at least three books on the go, as well as magazines and other reading stuff. When times are tough even pamphlets will do. It is amazing how many paving companies there are (that comes courtesy of the homebuilders pamphlet).
A booklooker needs to read. It is an addiction. It isn't about being high brow and wowing people with your immense knowledge of the latest Booker Prize. Marian Keyes rates as highly as that person that wrote The God of Small Things. (Authors tend to blur after year 15.) Some of us indulge in crack (now what was that about builders), for others the nicotine stain leads life. For me it is reading material. I have even resorted to reading the back of shampoo bottles while on the loo in a friend's house.
But I am in dispair. There seem to be no good books. I want something that will transport me out of this world. But nothing has crossed my vision in the last 6 months. Forget boys, where have all the good books gone? I dont want clever... that leaves me rooted in this world... or a book that doesnt carry me off... but nothing... although I have now resorted to trawling the children's section at the local Exclusive Books. Roald Dahl is always a good bet and his books are worth collecting. Even if his name sounds like an Indian dinner.
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