Personal Narrative: Library Magic

This day will start like anything else. I woke up with my sister Callia and threatened to pour water on me thinking she was late for class; my only friend, Zac teased Callia while I was waiting to prepare And, I can go to work. I became sad since my parents passed away by accident a year and a half ago. Despite having no motivation, I got up. I have experienced normal everyday functions, but I do not care much about Zac or the tyrant he is working on and I do not ignore it.

I love my private library. I made my own library little by little and made further efforts. My book, my bookshelf is very important to me. If you have a beautiful library, you may feel the same way. Because we know that it is part of our life and personality. Bookshelves full of books are talking to me. I have their imagination. But what happens to the day I left or the book we left? Have you thought about how to deal with them? I have been thinking about these for several days ... so will they disappear without further circumstances?

I have a library in the corner. I ceased to look through the window to see all the books, but I rarely used it because my personal library was overflowing. There are two separate bookstores in the four blocks of my house. The atmosphere is wonderful. I was always an observer. I like standing in the corner, listening to conversations, and watching people in the shop (I will ask if some people are safe). Then take out my little note and write down the story. Sitting in the restaurant's counter is one of the best places for people to see.

In a more personal and intimate context, the library seems to have magical powers about them. Ability to distract from the care and attention of the busy world and to return to the magic of the comfort of the armchair. This is my first time to investigate the magic of a new bookshelf and wonder about the possibility that it promises. When people read slowly, read freely, thinking, thanking them, like when afternoon sunlight hits the old wooden table, or looking at the last page of the book - this is magical It's been a long time. Come to love