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autobiography of a book

Answer 1

The Autobiography of a Book

In recent times, I have been on a pre-loved books buying spree. It is always so interesting to read what a reader may have highlighted or the notes of love and endearment written as a gift, reward or another momentous event. I am perhaps trying to recreate a simpler time.

In another life I was a voracious reader. Everything in my life was structured around books and reading. The way into my heart was to buy me a book, My wishlist was filled with books I wanted to read and little else.

In that same life, I had a best friend. Her name is Judy. She was like a sister to me. Judy’s sister, Keren, was like a sister to me. Being with Judy, the love of books went to another level. We constantly bought, borrowed and exchanged books. We gifted each other books for every occasion.

I look back upon this time in my life as a simple time. Even though it was the hardest time a child/teen can ever have. I was a teen caregiver to my mother who lived with Young Onset Alzheimer’s. Judy’s family and books were what helped me escape my very traumatic reality. Our vacations were spent lying around reading everything we could lay our hands on. In 2003, I left home to pursue my Master’s degree. Sadly, Judy and I lost touch as time passed. But Keren and I went to the same school for our Master’s and we still catch up when I go back home every year.

Over the years, my book collection has dwindled. Borrowed ones not returned. Some were given away as I have moved more than a handful times since I left home all those years ago. I began buying e-books because parting with my paperbacks was heartbreaking. Needless to say, I haven’t had a book shelf in several years.

A few days ago, I was getting off a red eye. I saw a Whatsapp message from Keren. I clicked on it sleepily only to get a real surprise. One of my juniors in school and college, Kavita, had posted to her Facebook page about procuring a book in an exchange in a city several hundred miles from the city where we all grew up. Lo and behold! It was my James Joyce gifted to me by Judy and Keren way back in 2002!

Answer 2

I am made up of pages that come from wood pulp. It takes a long time for me to come to my final shape. The trees are first cut down and wood pulp is prepared from them. Many other chemicals and raw materials are added to it. After a long period of processing, my pages begin to take shape.

These pages are then sorted and piled Many words are printed on them. Sometimes pictures, maps, tables and figures are also drawn. Different colourful photographs are am given a beautiful cover. I feel brand new and very smart the day I am given my final touch.

I reach the book-stall and am placed on the display window overlooking the street. I can watch all the people go by. Sometimes someone stop by to look at me. I can tell at one glance whether or not they will treat me well. If I go into good hands, I remain clean and intact. I live for a long time. But if a careless person buys me, my pages are torn, and all sorts of rubbish is written on me. I feel very sad if this happens.

My main aim is to give pleasure to whoever reads me. I can become a very good friend of my owner too, if I give him great enjoyment. I feel very beautiful and soft when I have poetry printed on me. The language of my text does not matter. All I want is that whoever holds me should treat me gently and with care. I hope everyone will begin to do so.

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