GamesGremlin

                                                    A Pitiful Book The librarian closed the old creaking door of the library for today. At first, it was dark and silent between the rows of shelves.  But some time later a sad sigh was heard. A lyric book with a yellow soft cover sat on the edge of the shelves and saw at a book end which lied on the ground. “Man,” the lyric began to moan sadly “why I have to be “Effi Briest” by Theodor Fontane? Nobody wants to read me, except really old ladies and teens which are been forced by their teachers. It’s like I’m a punishment. My spine is nearly ripped off from ev