The Happy Bookworm

Nose stuck in a book or eyes glued to her Kindle – that was how she liked to be most evenings. Work done, cats fed, armchair travel made her introvert personality happy. Thirty something woman in a world where the rest of the human population did not understand how being alone didn’t equate to terrible loneliness. In fact, she was never alone with the purr machine and feisty heroines for company. It was in the large groups of small talk that she sighed. 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s