To gain inspiration for her books, she had picked up a couple of hobbies. She learned to cook, to sing, to draw, to box, and speak several different languages. She picked up craft and basketball as well. And when she couldn't find the right words, she learned to paint the world she envisioned for a new story. She had done anything to find inspiration for her books to her heart’s content. She also did somethings simply 'cause it interested her but she always put her books first. She had even bought potted plants to brighten up her workplace for a better condition to write. For a while, her new hobbies kept her preoccupied and entertained for her books. She wrote about all sorts of things inspired by her hobbies. One was about fantastical creatures living in books waiting to be read by humans to become their friend. Another was the horror of an injury when nationals are coming for a sport they really loved. One book was about a magical library that brought you the book you wanted just by writing it down. She always put her love of books first. Never second. Sometimes even forgetting to eat, she had passed out at school once. Several months passed like this. She was content with her growing book collection but something was missing. Something vastly important and easy to miss. Loneliness easily ignored with a book. Another month passed but somewhere along the line, she decided to ignore the gap in her heart by further immersing her self in her passion. She hadn’t recently written one actually. Whether it's because of a writer's block, she decided to read more do she had a year’s worth of untouched brand new books imported to her from China and Russia. She spent the next month reading. Russian and Chinese were one of the languages she had picked up so she combed through them pretty quickly. Some nights were lost being dedicated to finishing psychologically engaging books she couldn’t put down. Others were spent as should be: sleeping. Time passed by pretty quickly like this. But something grew in her she could no longer ignore.

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She took home anything that interested her. She took photos if she couldn't. There was never a time she wasn't thinking about books. She could never imagine herself thinking about something other than books for a long time. It wasn't in her nature. Her books were always more interesting than anyone around her. The kids at school were more focused on romance or conquering the world. She could never understand that. She was just fine with her books. So after seeing many of her classmates mistreat books from lack of care, she unconsciously distanced herself from everyone at school.