Books litter the floor
All of them read at least once if not more
She started reading when she was young
At first just to broaden her vocabulary
But now they are read to pass time
To go places she will never go
To escape reality for a while
To get lost in a good book
What a day she would have
Curled up in a chair
Turning page after page
Till the story is complete
Getting so immersed in the book
Name called time and time again
With no answer to be had
Because in her head
She was in a different land
Only snapping back to reality
When someone tapped her on her shoulder
Many authors have been read
A few made the list to read again
More made the list of never again
Never regretting giving them a try
For how would she know if she liked them
if for not giving them a go
Today you can almost always find her
In a chair of her choice
With her nose in a book
It may be a favorite book
Or one she just bought