Four years ago today, I started writing fanfiction. My, it's been a while, hasn't it? Here's hoping this year brings in more than the last.
Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT. They own me.
There's a book read for nearly every moment in his life stored in his room. Looking at their spines is like viewing the marks on its timeline--from Green Eggs and Ham to The Art of War.
Some he looks back on with more pleasure than others. Some he understands better after a second time gone through, and he likes to think that he learns something new with each return.
He chooses them with care and tries to enjoy them all; sometimes he's disappointed, but he generally does.
Overall, he's satisfied with his collection. There's just not much space left on that shelf to fill.