Bollo had had enough.
Every book he read was boring.
His friends told him to try picture books.
His little boy told him to try books based on facts
His grandma suggested he try audio books
OH HIS EARS!
But that was until he was accidentally locked in the library.
The lights went out, the door clicked shut and the place went quiet.
Bollo looked around but there was no one in sight, no one that is until the books started watching him.
One by one he noticed aliens googling their eyes at him, monsters waving their furry hands and a Mopoke hooting at him.
He crept closer to each book and noticed the shimmer on some covers, the sparkle on the pages and the magic smell.
He hesitantly moved his hand over shelves of picture books, rows of audio books and reams of graphic novels.
He heard stories rumble from within books on low shelves, fact reciting from books on high shelves and constant mumbling from magazines on the back shelf.
With a dash of colour here and there, Bollo found books that were beyond boring. He found books that would transport him to another time, books that would teach him things he never knew possible and books that would give him ideas on how he could change the world.
And so when the lights came back on and a friendly hand picked him up, Bollo thought that just perhaps, books were not so boring.