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Alright I am celebrating the fact that I just finished reading another book. I will only talk about it for the first 10 books that I read after that I won’t mention it. This is the second book I’ve read in less than 3 weeks and it was another 457 pages. I am reading a series of books so it’s just one after the other except I am not reading them in order but it doesn’t matter because each character is different, all the books are about different people so it’s fine. Except at the end all the characters come together and I get a glimpse of what their lives have been like throughout the series… I am so happy that I am finding my love for reading again!
in high school the library used to be my favorite place! I used to borrow 5 books a week and the limit was 3 books but because I read so fast the librarian didn’t care how many books I took! Sometimes I took a lot more if there was a long week end ahead and I could stay up all night reading. My love for books and reading stems from my childhood, I used to be a very quiet and shy kid. All I did was hide myself in my room and read all day. I was extremely introverted especially throughout my teenage years when I was going through puberty. We had this huge library room in the house that contained various books but I would always read the romantic novels. I would skip all the children books, scientific books and jump for the romance novels instead! But I would hide to read them because if my mom found out I was reading romance novels she would take them away. I would hide the book behind a children book and pretend I was reading that but instead I was reading un forbidden love stories! Some were extremely inappropriate and I don’t think I should have been reading those books as a child but I can’t go back! What’s done is done.