Bound as this when in a line, words will creep like a vine. They travel simply to carry thought, no matter if they're borrowed or bought. A deep container disguised as paper; the space between reveals the caper. What they are is truly magic, even when the tale's tragic. They tickle that place where you feel a good story or connect with a writer, like Edward Gorey. We love them so when they whisk us away, whether solving a crime or keeping monsters at bay. If it's your head that's in need of some feeding, grab one of these and soon you'll be reading.
What am I referring to?
I gave you a clue!