Sometimes boys are like books.

There is the book you're only interested in when you want to be distracted.

This is the one you go to when you know you should be doing other stuff. You think about this book when you're ready to start the essay you have due in three hours. But instead of starting the essay, you open the book. It always ends up taking more time than you intended it to take, and it never really goes anywhere. This book is a nice distraction, but you know the ending is nothing special.

There is the book you leave right in its place, out of plain sight.

It sits on the top shelf because you don't look at it often, but you always smile when you read it. You know you've changed a lot since you last read the book, and you're a little too busy to start it again. You like when you randomly remember it is there and can't help but think "Aw, that book looks like it's doing good."

There is the book you give away to someone else.

This was a good book. It was always there for you, and you have a few favorite chapters highlighted. But it isn't necessarily a book you need to read more than once. So you hope someone else who appreciates it more will stumble across it. You give the book a nice pat on the front cover as you pass it along.

There is the book that was a real quick read, but not a very deep one.

It's like there was a beginning and an end, but entirely no middle. This is the book not even worth mentioning since you hardly remember what all it entailed. These are the books you never want to have too many of since they take up shelf space, but don't add much to the collection.

There is the book that has the most attractive cover you have ever seen.

Everything from the typography to the artwork is completely flawless. But then you open it up and the inside is completely empty! This book is just confusing, and you realize even though it is fun to look at it, it's just not worth keeping.

There is also the book you would light on fire... only kidding, sort of.

It starts out good, but then what was with that ending? This is the book you wouldn't even want your worst enemy to read because it's just that awful.

There is the book that you had to leave behind.

Maybe it didn't fit in your bag, or you lost it in a move. It was a promising book, but the wrong timing. And now the distance made you forget what the book was about. But you're pretty sure it was worth the read.

And then there is the book I just finished reading.

This book makes you so fed up, you decide to write your own. The plot never gets anywhere, and you're constantly having to backtrack. You finally realize you won't make it to the end because you've changed too much since you first started reading it. And you're okay with that. The book was filled with the most characters and memories, which is why it took you so long to shut.

But holding onto this book was making you not you anymore.

You are sick of the ties with the book. Sick of the book's friends and their spying eyes on you whenever you're not with the book, the constant updates on what the book is up to, and trying to mend the book that is broken beyond repair. This is the book I slapped a "For Sale" sticker on and put into the next yard sale. And it isn't the book's fault, I'm just cleaning out my room and done looking at it.

My most recent book was the book that made me think... I'm going to take a break from books.

I'm a bit too busy to commit to a story right now. So I've been reading poetry.