The Book That Found Me

I’ve always loved books. They’re kind of my go-to when I want to escape reality for a while. Whether it’s a fantasy world, a mystery, or even a random biography, I’m all in. There’s just something about holding a book, flipping through the pages, and letting my imagination run wild.

So, last month, I stumbled upon this tiny bookstore in my neighborhood. It’s squeezed between a cute café and a flower shop. The owner, Mrs. Jenkins, is this sweet old lady with big round glasses and the friendliest smile. She knows her stuff when it comes to books and is always ready with a recommendation. She once told me that books have their own way of finding you when you need them most, which I thought was pretty cool.

Anyway, one day I was just casually browsing the shelves, and this small, beat-up book caught my attention. It didn’t have a flashy cover or anything, but for some reason, I picked it up. The title was The Lost Words. As soon as I started reading, I was hooked. It was about this girl, Lila, who finds a hidden library where each book leads to a different world. Pretty wild, right?

I couldn’t stop reading. Every chapter felt like I was going on an adventure with Lila. She was brave but also super relatable, which made me like her even more. By the time I finished the book, I realized it wasn’t just any story—it felt like this book found me right when I needed it. It reminded me how books can make you see things differently, and sometimes they help you feel less alone.

When I returned to Mrs. Jenkins’ shop to tell her how much I loved The Lost Words, she just smiled like she already knew. That’s the thing about books—they have this weird way of coming into your life and making a difference when you least expect it.