Chapter 1 Books are my life
　　My name is David and this is my room. There are lots of books in the room. And a cat. His name is Socrates. Why? Because he thinks all day.
　　No. Again.
　　This is a book about books. My name is David and books are my life. There are so many worlds in books. In books, I can be anybody. Books are my friends.
　　Friends? No. That’s not good. Books are my world? Again.
　　This is my house.
　　Well, no, it isn’t. It’s my mother and father’s house, but they’re dead.
　　So, it’s my house, but nobody knows that. Everybody here thinks that my parents are in Canada. My aunt knows that they’re dead, but she’s not here. She lives in Canada.
　　My aunt thinks I’m at a friend’s house. She thinks there’s no-one in this house. She gives me money. It’s not a lot, but I can buy food for Socrates and pizza for me. My aunt is going to come here in September. Now it’s June.
　　But all this isn’t important. In a book you need a story.
　　David Sims is seventeen. His mother and father are dead. He lives in Hampstead with his cat, Socrates, and three thousand books.
　　Is it three thousand? I don’t know. Four thousand? This is stupid. I’m going to start again.
　　My name is David and I’m writing a book about my life.
　　第1章　書就是我的生活
　　我叫戴維，這是我的房間。房間里有很多書。還有一只貓，叫蘇格拉底。為什么？因為他整天都在思考。
　　不行。重來。
　　這是一本關(guān)于書的書。我叫戴維，書就是我的生活。書里面有如此多的世界。在書里，我可以是任何人。書是我的朋友。
　　朋友？不，那樣寫不好。書是我的世界？再重來一次。
　　這是我的房子。
　　噢，不對，它不是。它是我父母的房子，但是他們?nèi)ナ懒�。所以，它是我的房子，但是沒有人知道。這里的人都以為我父母在加
　　拿大。我姑姑知道他們?nèi)ナ懒�，但是她不在這兒。她住在加拿大。我姑姑以為我住在一個朋友家里。她以為這棟房子沒人住。她給我錢花。錢不是很多，但是我可以給蘇格拉底買吃的，給自己買比薩餅。我姑姑九月份會來這里，現(xiàn)在是六月。
　　但是這一切都不重要。在一本書中，你需要一個故事。
　　戴維?西姆斯十七歲。他父母都去世了。他和他的貓?zhí)K格拉底住在漢普斯特德，還有三千本書。
　　是三千本嗎？我不知道。四千？這樣寫太傻了。我要重新開始。
　　我叫戴維，我正在寫一本關(guān)于我的生活的書