Library pumpkin (noun): a person that flourishes best between bookshelves.
Or girlfriends*. I don’t discriminate, books are infinitely better than most humans, but here are the five most pressing.
When you are happy, you can read anything, even sad and tragic stuff, and it’s still good. When you are angry, you can read funny stuff to take your mind off it. When you are sad, you can read fantasy or dystopian and escape your world. If you find that you start a book and it doesn’t match your mood at that moment, you can just set it down and pick up another. That is harder to do with a boyfriend.
Not you, them, and their phone. And they don’t bore you to death about topics you aren’t interested in. And if is doing that, see point one.
Honestly. They love it. Books love to be rested against so that they can impart their gloriousness to you via osmosis. Books also don’t get pins and needles like boyfriends do, and so stay nice and still while you snooze, rather than fidgeting around and waking you up.
And sometimes anger when someone is wrong and doesn’t like your favourite book. Sharing a boyfriend is more painful.
Because it doesn’t matter how awful you are that day, it doesn’t matter what the book has going on at the minute, your books will always love you. True story.