I tried to resist, even though it wasn’t evident at the time,
that was in the begininning when i began to read this book
it didnt look like a particularly interesting book on face value
A nice book i thought, but captivating, i severely doubted it
I had gotten bored of reading promising but disapponting books
and i approached it half heartedly and waited until it jumped at me
and that was the beginning of the exciting journey that am on
i couldn’t foresee just how enthralling the book would be
that i would be slave to it, compelled to read it day by day
never ever putting it down, i carry it with me everywhere
I read it at night and wake up to it, sneak reads during the day
This book i tell you is a wonder. I hope it never comes to an end.
and even as i turn one chapter, in my mind the pages increase
perhaps they do so in hope, who would want to stop reading afterall?