I have many friends at school and I love to play with them. In my neighborhood also there are many children who are my friends. Although I value their friendship a lot, I have another friend also who is dearest of all. That friend is my
library.
I have built a little library of my own at home. Ever since I was born my parents have been collecting books for me. It
began with books to teach alphabet. Then came numbers. Gradually I had books with short stories. My mother used to read them at bed time. Now I have tales, folk-tales from different parts of the world, fan books, books on science, history and literature.
I love books. On my holidays I pick up any book and get so engrossed in it that I often forget to eat. My mother has to yell at me to have my lunch. At times my friends come over, but if I am busy reading an interesting story, I hate to put down my book to play with them.
I often borrow books from my friends and the school library. Books hold a great charm for me. I find that I know a lot about various things whereas my friends who do not read books at home do not know half the things that I do. They
love to hear the stories that I read. Some of my friends, too, have started enjoying reading books now.
Most of my relatives and friends know that the best birthday gift that they can give me is books. I have over a hundred books in my personal library now.
