For me books always promised a safe haven.
A world where I could escape to, the moment I opened one.
When I was a little girl, whenever I visited a family friend or a relative, the moment I reached their house, I would look for books. Be it kids’ magazines, storybooks or even popular magazines. If I could find a handful of books, I didn’t care the amount of time we spend there. If the house seemed devoid of books, I looked down upon those people. Were they really human beings?
My love for books had given me the best library user award while in school. Wherever I live, the one building that I would surely enter was a library. Luckily, until now I have found good libraries wherever I went. Words are my bosom mates and reading my forever love.
A good library near and good books downloaded on my kindle...That takes me close to nirvana...
I have lost count of the number of books I have read, the number of lives I have lived through them. Lately I prefer happy reads and avoid thrillers and tragedies like plague. I wish to spare my poor nerves of the adrenalin rush and unnecessary tension.
I don’t think reading books has reduced dramatically in today’s youth. The library I visit is still crowded with youngsters. The many online pages of authors have young fans in majority. And who said being a nerd was bad and they became socially incapable?
I don’t agree. I am a bookworm and that has not transformed me into a socially incapable nerd.
Leaving you to ponder on a few quotes…