Books, books, books.
Science fiction, satire, drama, action and adventure, romance, mystery, horror, guides, travel, children’s, religious, science, historical, poetry, comics, art, cookbooks, diaries, journals, series, trilogies, biographies, autobiographies, fantasy… All the books.
Books for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I think it all started when I was 7. I learnt how to read earlier, though, I was like 4 or 5. It was the day when my godfather presented me a book for Christmas. He took me on his laps and said that I must read it because it is a very important book. It was “Hobbit, or There and Back Again”. And there I was caught. The magic of imaginary places was particularly appealing to me. Al those places that I could visualise in my head, the characters. I could be anyone I wanted. In any places I could possibly think of. It was fascinating, captivating. I could experience the adventures and lives of all the heroes I read about.
I’ve become a real bookworm since then. If I was to count the number of books I’ve read in my life, well, I guess it’s impossible. Nonetheless, it’s really fascinating how much I remember from them, and what influence they had on me. How many lessons in life. How many characters I met and places I visited. Books are so important. Not only do they work on your imagination and creativity, but also they help you become more emphatic and tolerant. To see things from different perspective. Or simply to relax and enjoy the story.
So let’s read on.