Lost in a book
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I’ve always been a voracious reader. Even when I was a toddler, I would carry around my well-loved, well-chewed books, and things have never changed (although my books today have fewer tooth marks on them). When I began primary school, I was thoughtfully indoctrinated into the wonderful world of the reader by my kind primary school teachers, and my lover affair never ended. Every day, I would trek up to the library at the end of my street, and would return home beneath a huge stack of books. I read anything and everything. Fantasy novels, science fiction novels, all sorts of terrible horror novels, romance novels (when I could get them past my dad), and I even had the occasional flirtation with high-brow literature.
Reading is something that makes me happy. I love nothing more than the feeling of being lost in a book, in the lives and relationships of people who slowly become real to me as I turn the pages. As a child, I spent many a night secretly reading under the covers, and as an adult, I do the same—although a little less secretly. Reading is something that can be so intensely personal, something that’s directed so perfectly at you as an individual, but at the same time, it’s something that can be shared so easily, whether with a loved one, a friend, or even a book club.
I have a vast collection of books now, and like an avalanche outrunning a skier, it’s outrunning the space on my bookshelves. But I can’t help myself—each time I pick up a book, I have to buy it. There’s no way that I’m going to miss out on meeting that new character, seeing that new plot unravel, and tasting those delicious words. Reading is one of those things that makes me who I am, and I’m hugely grateful that I was always encouraged in my favourite pasttime.
More work related news, I have finally finished all the copy for the tattoo removal London webpage. I really don’t know how I feel about this one, any observations or judgements are encouraged