Obsess much?

Dear Teacher,

Sometimes I wish I obsessed more. I'm usually not the obsessive kind. So I think. Okay maybe I am slightly obsessive but for non-lucrative activities like flossing. Oh, and arranging shoes. Can't sleep without flossing. Can't sleep knowing my left thong is paired with my right nike.

I used to think that being obsessive was a bad thing. Till I realised that it was pretty much the effect of passion.

Even you can't deny you were a passionate person. You were highly obsessive. Yes, you were. With your books. You could starve from food but oh no, never, from books. Even when I bumped into you the other day. You were all gaunt and I was slightly worried. I asked you what you've been doing and if you've been eating. 'Reading' you replied. I had forgotten how you lived on books, devoured their pages, tore them apart and were always, always, ready for more.



Well, attached with this letter, is a book. Your book. One of the many you loaned to the class. I borrowed it. Technically I am still borrowing it although it's been years. I have been meaning to return it but somehow, something held me back. The book has become more than a love story between Ms Bennet and Mr Darcy. It is representation of passion and obsession. Of wanting things and doing things. It reminded me of you, you see.

That said, I always knew I would return it to you. I was just waiting for the right time. It's still in the best condition-no coffee stains, no bunny ears. With your signature and date of purchase on the second page. Not to forget the white label on its spine with its Dewey Decimal System number on it. I can hardly understand that system.

So here you go, Austen's Pride and Prejudice. I hear you're releasing your first book soon. That's why I'm returning it. As much as I know I will miss it, here I am, hoping it brings you as much good as it has me.

is looking for a replacement book,
Twisty