Bookish is my sister—well I wish she would be my sister if I could choose one. Bookish gets mad at technology just like I do ^#^$^$#$!! But she is persistent anyway—also just like me. For example: This is the third time I tried to post my Bookish story. I think Bookish is a better speller than I am. Bookish could teach me many things—like about podcasts—and after our lesson we could lift up our tjantings and have a batik race—and after our competition, we could make something beautiful together. Bookish is so smart and kind and generous. I like how her name stays with you after you say it out loud or in your head. Bookish turned me onto Artpad (thanks for another addiction, Bookish). Bookish is an artist, though she is too modest to live it.