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		<title>To my Beloved&#8230;Book</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[As the pages of a book are turned, I  feel my whole world is broadening and changing. Sorrows are forgotten and happiness prevails I feel so beautiful so wise and strong and sometimes I feel mean and despicable if I wanted to.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p class="crsp" style="margin:auto 0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://alhawdaj.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/1686gih1.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-8" title="1686gih1" src="http://alhawdaj.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/1686gih1.jpg?w=233&#038;h=300" alt="" width="233" height="300" /></a>As the pages of a book are turned, I <span> </span>feel my whole world is broadening and changing. <span style="font-family:fmisspellt;">Sorrows</span> are <span style="font-family:fmisspellt;">forgotten</span> and happiness prevails I feel so beautiful so wise and strong and sometimes I feel mean and <span style="font-family:fmisspellt;">despicable</span> if I wanted to.</span></span></p>
<p class="crsp" style="margin:auto 0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;">Throughout the years of my childhood, I had been exposed to quality books of all kinds: picture, story, rhythm and rhyming, adventure and mystery, fantasy, interpersonal relationships, travel, <span style="font-family:fmisspellt;">literature</span>, riddles and puzzles, arts and science. It was my eldest sister’s effort that made reading a treasured part of my life. </span></span></p>
<p class="crsp" style="margin:auto 0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;">“It just takes me to a world of my imagination” that was my answer when I was asked why I love reading books that much, but there are some books that you don’t get the feeling right it makes a fake world as if you stepped into wax museum, no soul, no sound no taste.</span></span></p>
<p class="crsp" style="margin:auto 0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;">I’ve been blessed with <span style="font-family:fmisspellt;">bunch</span> of good books on my shelf that I feel turning the first page is as if I pay a plane ticket to a world that <span style="font-family:fmisspellt;">exists</span> only in my imagination, a world where thunder burns against my ears but doesn’t frighten me, a sip of Apple <span style="font-family:fmisspellt;">juice</span> or bite of coconut <span style="font-family:fmisspellt;">biscuit</span> that feels me up with a sweet taste, in this world I can do anything no <span style="font-family:fmisspellt;">boundaries</span>, no limits, I can be what I want to be.. when I want it.. and how I want it.</span></span></p>
<p class="crsp" style="margin:auto 0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;">Some books for me are like boats that sails through the oceans to carry me to new adventures, so I meet pirates, talking animals or <span style="font-family:fmisspellt;">monstrous</span> trees, <span style="font-family:fmisspellt;">some others</span> are like my mum with her soothing words or like a friend with sharp but truthful critical advice or like a person to whom I belong. Holding my book so close make me feel so strong that me and only me is able to give this world a halt or to relive in it again with different voices, different tastes and different emotions.</span></span></p>
<p class="crsp" style="margin:auto 0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;">Just delving deep inside each book sparks my creativity and imagination; introduces me to new people, places, and ideas; builds up my confidence and strengthens my feeling of life worth; and clarifies difficult situations and troublesome feelings. In short, books help me reach out to the world beyond the here and now and perceive an ever-expanding array of possibilities. </span></span></p>
<p class="crsp" style="margin:auto 0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;"> Ellie</span></span></p>
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