Unread book

My book is pitiful,sleeping on the bookshelf, left unread.You were born, surrounded bythe love of your author and editor.Seen off by everyone at the publisher,the warehouse, and the bookstore.Traveling by airplane and truck on a long journey,you finally arrived at my shelf.With such a story behind you,I am sorry to have kept you waiting.

I open you now,wondering what kind of story lies inside.