Between The Lines

Introduction

Well it's probably uncanny -reading a novel that was written by a fifteen year old (me).
But hey, let's pretend it's normal.
Books have always been sort of a hideout for me, the type of corner you run to when the air feels a little too heavy to breathe in and the floors feel a little too greasy to walk on. So don't be shy to let books be your hideout too, i don't know if that makes any sense 🫠.
Lets get into the book shall we?