Found in the library or curled up outdoors, buried in a book.
A thirst for words that surpasses all else. Looking for knowledge, but also for poetry and tales of different lands and lives, the chance to share in others’ dreams, ideas, minds and experiences.
The smell of fresh pages of a brand new book, the soft feel of a well worn binding. A love for both their insides and outsides that is a neverending passion.
What conversation might you have with the Booky Monster?