BOOKS!! You thought otherwise, didn’t you? Sorry folks, it was too tempting not to do this… I love reading. I am one of those people who own the ‘Bookworm” title. Though love, my husband says, is too tame a word for what he calls an obsession. Psht!! (insert eyeroll!)

I was “that kid” who looked forward to the summer reading lists our teachers would assign, which were thought of as assignments by my parents and in turn supplemented my excuses to buy new books so, Yippee!!! Wicked I know, but hey, all’s well that ends well, yes? I would devour books after books. Read and re-read; analyse and contemplate about the dialogues and circumstances. I have spent many days gazing into the space introspecting a phrase or imagining a scene as it was so well written.

Plus, there’s something about books and bookstores. The smell of books?! The worn pages of well read ones; The crispness of the ones still in their boxes. Whatever it is, that scent along with the story-line (of course) that still hooks me to date.

I went through all the phases of a reader. Investigating cases with the Famous Five’s and Secret Seven’s; Waiting in line for the new Harry Potter releases; getting t-shirts printed with my favourite quotes; stay past my bed-time to finish a book; planning my “Beauty and the beast” library; vocally dissing movies made from books, except the book thief, and the fault in my stars and.. I’ll stop right there, otherwise I’ll probably contradict myself.

My husband says I am a very vocal reader, and that doesn’t mean reading out loud. I will yell at the characters when they were unbelievably stupid; cry at the pain they would suffer; laugh at the jokes they would make; cringe at the embarrassment they would be suffering etc. My fellow bookworm title holders will know what I am talking about, don’t you all?