Hi. It’s me. A book.
Before you panic: relax. I’m friendly. I don’t bite. I don’t care that your socks don't match.
You don’t need a “reading personality”. You don’t need a reading lamp. You don’t need to suddenly become that person who journals in cafés.
You can read me like a raccoon. Curled up. Slightly chaotic. Distracted by crumbs. I don’t need WiFi. I don’t care about your screen time. I won’t ask if you’re still watching.
Five minutes? Amazing.
Ten minutes? Iconic.
One page? Honestly impressive in this economy.
You don’t have to finish me. You don’t have to understand me. You just have to let me exist near your face for a bit.
Come and find me at The Story Station. I’m not hiding. I’m just waiting on a shelf somewhere, minding my business, looking hot and full of potential.
See you soon.
PS from the owner:
I take the blame entirely for this cheeky behaviour. These books are chaotic, mischievous, and full of personality...and I fully endorse it. You’re welcome.