Book, how I love thee! How I love to dance with thee in a field!
I do hope someone is looking at me while I pretend to read this book. I am so beautiful.
Taking a wee little break after skipping down a lovely country lane with my books! And look! I made a hat out of my book! A HAT! Oh, whimsical me!
Let’s see. Cute pigtails? Check. Chunky sweater? Check. Cozy socks? Check. Red book? Check. Hmmm. I still feel like I’m forgetting something….
I did it! I stacked all my books in four tall piles! All by myself! Yay me! Look how happy I am! I am so happy! Yay books!
READING IS SO EXCITING I JUST CAN’T BELIEVE HOW ASTONISHING IT IS TO READ A BOOK OH MY GOSH LOOK THERE ARE WORDS PRINTED ON THIS PAGE WOW WOW WOW!
Yes, I am shirtless in my backyard caressing my face with an apple. We all have our reading rituals.
Playing peek-a-boo behind my book gives me that adorkable Zooey Deschanel vibe, right? RIGHT?!
I don’t know why. I just felt like stripping down, throwing a sheet over my couch, and holding this book while I gaze longingly over my right shoulder and consider baby names that start with J.
I’m not frowning because of my book. My book is perfectly adequate. It’s this terrible biscuit. It’s dry and stale. And my hand is tired from holding it so awkwardly. And this old bench. It’s full of splinters.
Oh Anatoly, vy must you mehk me hold zis stoopid boook vhen you take zee photo? I yam zee maid not Tolstoy. Oy.
Yum. This one tastes like lime. [Editor’s note: apparently ‘sans pants’ is a quite popular when posing with books. See #4.]
I can read! I can read upside down! I’m defying the laws of gravity!
Aaand that’s the end of this list. We’ve actually overloaded on crazy. We’re going to take our pants off and read somewhere.