My house is filled with wall to wall bookcases. Filled high with books I have read, loved and devoured. They are my best friends and also my transportation. I have been all around the world and into whole new ones all within the confines of my own house.
I have been a prisoner in my own home since the riots began, my family have made some horrific decisions and now people are after us and want to cause us harm. We are in hiding, and we cannot risk anyone seeing us and putting two and two together. So I sit and read. Hoping for the time when I can go and visit the world for myself instead of through words written on a page.