So I should have been more wary of books. But my mother's experiences with books overruled my Aunt's and Uncle's experiences with them. However, this book called to me. I should have not picked it up, but I did anyway.
Long story short the tome turned into me. Then violently assaulted me with my own lips. It was pretty nice until my soul ripped from by body.
Next, I was some astral projection for days while this Rose-tome was masquerading as me. But then Aunt Luna, bless her heart, was able to finally see and talk to me. The real me. So Uncle Bill was able to break the curse while Uncle Harry found the person behind it. Mum found my body and Dad was able to push my soul back into its proper place.
I'm lucky to be alive.