The Defiler

I haven't the faintest idea how I ended up getting into this position, but I am forever grateful that I managed to escape it. Ever since I was a child, I was an avid reader. I read just about anything: newspapers; comic books; obituaries, you name it. I'm certain that you had the same feelings I had. Of reading whatever you could get your grubby hands-on, you find yourself in a bind.

Craving more knowledge, I am assured that you would've done anything to satiate your hunger. As you can imagine, my love for reading was my greatest asset. I was consistently at the top of my class from elementary, to high school, to attend a four year university. I received lavish praise from all my superiors and received prestigious awards for my years dedicated to learning. Eventually, I settled down and obtained a position at a library in my own hometown where I would often find myself distributing the rarest books and keeping them in perfect mint condition. 

Many of the books were from far lands written in languages unpronounceable to my native tongue. They had bizarre writings accompanying descriptions of gods of old and where they once trekked. It took time, but I had completely read every book that was temporarily loaned and I wanted more. To explain it in a way you would understand, books were my addiction; if for instance I was reading a series of books, after I would finish one, I would more than love reading the next volume in the series.

I could not wean this feeling of urgency: I had a hunger that I had to have my fix. Books; newspapers; pamphlets, it did not matter. I had to further indulge in my love of reading, but how? I had just about read everything in the library and I was somewhat indifferent towards reading anything from any of the stores in my town. 

I thought about it more, and for a reason I

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Austin Robinson
Lektorat: Austin Robinson
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 02.09.2020
ISBN: 978-3-7487-5601-9

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