For the Love of Reading

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I finished my last exam for the year. Thank god I passed that one! I have another exam mid January.
Next year is my gap year for working, writing, and re-discovering parts of myself that I have forgotten. Like my body currently recovering from Glandular Fever, my mind needs time to heal the wounds from my past.
I grew up much too fast because of circumstances beyond my control, so I had an 'interesting' childhood to say the least. It feels like I only had half a childhood compared to most people. I bring this up because I read an insightful post, in one of the blogs I like to read regularly, about Angela Meyer's childhood. She is an author and a regular blogger. Reading about other people who are on their own 'Journey of Writing' provides me with much food for thought. Angela's blog post is here at LiteraryMinded.
Reading books was my escape as a child and a teenager. I am indebted to those authors and novels that taught me many things about the world that I didn't have access to at the time. The characters seemed so real to me and through them I learnt about the people around me. To this day I still get so engrossed, one can even go as far as to say 'obsessed', in novels that putting them down makes me grumpy and irritable until I finish them!
I am a self-confessed Bibliophile, a term I first discovered in one of my all-time-fav anime R.O.D. - Read Or Die/Read Or Dream. Although I love books and read them avidly when I get the chance, I do not collect them. I enjoy hanging out in LIBRARIES. I got nicknamed the Library Faerie in highschool by the librarian. I came to a devastating realisation as a teenager, that I could not possibly in my lifetime read all the books I would like to sink my intellectual teeth in!

The photo of me in my previous blog can be summed up like this:
A few years ago my 6-year-old brother gave me a makeover. Enough said.

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