The Man With The Somber Book – Seventh Stone Soup Entry – (Topic: Writing About Reading)

Here this mysterious man was. His black and very large pupils staring at the ground, looking as if he was thinking about something that he couldn't keep his mind off of. His black cloak and black beret really made the room dull. The only thing that wasn’t dark in the room was a royal gold thick stripe like the man was in the ancient times with kings and queens. He held the book to his side, the stained white pages held loosely. The book was very big. I don’t know what the book is about, but it seems like it was a boring one. The man didn’t seem to enjoy the book. Or maybe he did, but he was just distracted. Maybe he was sorrowful and someone passed away, stabbing his heart and couldn’t not think about it. Or maybe someone was irritating him. He could’ve been looking at them furiously. Moreover, he made some mistakes that were wrong and he feels guilty and wishes he can take everything back. The secret will never be unsolved though, as it looked like there were infinity problems that could have happened to him. This poor man. This poor book also. It deserves to be read. It’s just laying in the man’s hands. The book feels somber, thinking about how nobody cares about it. The book feels frightened, not showing its title at the fullest. The book is not conveying its full emotions since the pages are kind of dirty, like someone covering what’s inside of them. Lastly, the book feels defeated as it senses that it is old and rotten and predicts no one is going to be interested in it…