Books

I can’t remember anymore the first time I fell in love with reading. I can’t remember what novel it was or was it a fairy tale. I just know that right now, I love reading more than anything… I read a lot, almost all kinds, but give me novels, fiction, and self help type of books anytime…

Last night when I was watching one of my favorite series Ally Mcbeal, yes, I love Ally Mcbeal and I have the whole set. I don’t know, but out of nowhere, it just dawned on me why did I fell in love with books… more often than not, it can captivate my emotions, to the extent that it can make me cry…

For me reading can be very relaxing… unlike to others that it can stress their eyes. When I’m reading, I retreat to my own world. In reading, I am compelled to visualize what is being described in the book. I need to create a picture of it in my mind. I need to use my imagination to see a clearer picture.

It is in reading that I feel in control of everything… like the author can maneuver things the way he wanted it to be… not so much like in the real world, where you can never direct the outcome.

I can say that books are my comfort zone, in there I find peace, in there I find comfort.

When the real world is all fucked up; I retreat to my books, to open my mind, to open my imagination, to make me believe that everything can be okay, that it can be better… don’t get me wrong, I still live in the real world, but somehow it helps me to feel good that somehow everything can be perfect even if it’s only in the books…