I have many friends at school and I love to play with them. In my neighbourhood also there are many children who are my friends. But although I value their friendship a lot, I have another friend who is the 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 teaching the alphabet. Then came numbers. Gradually I had books with short stories. My mother used to read them to me at bed time. Now I have fairy tales, folk tales from different parts of the world, fun books, and books on geography, science, history and literature, all of which are presented in the form of a story.
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 school library. Books hold a great charm for me. I find that I know a lot about various things, whereas my friends, who don’t read books at home, don’t 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 and with their generosity. I have over a hundred books in my personal library now.