2. Every year, I resolve to write a review for every book I read. Every year, I backslide. Every year, I think that the ensuing year will be different.
3. I have succumbed to the lure of the e-book. My fantastic husband gave me my first Kindle before I gave birth. It is an amazing thing. One can load one’s entire library in it and then manage to hold that library in one hand, pick out a book, read chapter after chapter without losing one’s place, and even manage to switch to another book while breastfeeding.
4. The e-book, alas, is quite mortal. My first Kindle swiftly passed away in electronic agony after my knee accidentally hit it while I was looking for my son’s bib. It is devastating. Losing one’s library in a space of time shorter than a millisecond.
My husband, who is supportive of my endeavours in all possible ways (and who has probably a subconscious fear of our home getting buried under tons of books) surprised me with another Kindle last Christmas. Just to let you know how fabulous this man is (and how wary he is of future accidents), the Kindle came in a red leather cover.
5. Kindle notwithstanding, I still believe that a House is not a Home and a Home cannot be one without (real) books.
6. After making one post with ratings, I quickly realized the absurdity of that exercise. I keep discovering one fantastic writer after another. If I adopt a five-rating scale, yesterday’s 4.5-rater maybe tomorrow’s 2-rater. I do not want to spend the remaining years of my bloggerlife going back and correcting all those ratings every time I feel I need to adjust my criteria.
7. I read much slower now not because of book-indigestion but that I am lately finding myself reading more to my son than to myself. I also now head to the Toddler’s Section first when I enter paradise-island (a.k.a. bookstore).
8. This is one story which quite warms my heart. My mother told me that my 7-year old nephew goes home everyday with a book he has borrowed from the library.
9. I love Haruki Murakami not only because he is one amazing writer but also because he has kept the discipline of running and has been able to successfully dodge interviewers.
10. I am blessed to have gorgeous friends who share my passion for books. I am keeping them close to my heart so that one day, when I write my first book, I can rely on them to get copies for themselves and for their friends, relatives, in-laws, and workmates, in sufficient number of copies to propel my opus to the bestseller’s list. I am also relying on them that in the event my book turns out to be one ridiculed (or worse loathed) by the public, they will be kind enough to rescue any sorry-looking copy marked US$1 in any booksale.
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