Question

Write a autobiography on book maximum words 100 to 110 word tell me fast i mark you as a brainliest answer ok not and bad things or as a abcd​

Answer 1

Answer:

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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Answer 2

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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