Okay, straight up, I love books.
It’s funny that I haven’t talked about this more on my blog before but more than makeup, skincare, fashion – in fact, while I really writing about those things, none of that actually comes close to how much I love reading. The next best thing would be food, I also love food and that’s a close second to how much I love reading. Growing up, I was such a little nerd that I even got ‘bullied’ for it (but being a really oblivious nerd, I actually didn’t even realise I was being bullied!! Hence why I wrote the word bullied in little quotation marks, I guess it doesn’t really count then?). So, basically, this post is just a happy-feely declaration of my love for books.
I had thick little glasses from age 7, I would always carry a book around and bookstores would be my number one store to zoom to given the choice. Once, my dad bought me so many books, we had to hide them under my bed from my mum, because she thought I already had too many (too many?! impossible concept). Every time the exams rolled around, I was banned from reading because I’d get so sucked into a book I wouldn’t study at all. This is all quite strange as I think I learnt to read pretty late. I can remember learning to read, I think I was 5? My mum started to read me all these Peter and Jane books (anyone else remember them?). It was like a new world opened up to me and all these squiggly symbols suddenly made sense! For a little girl who spent most of her days alone (I had no siblings and both of my parents worked), reading meant I was always in good company.
I remember the one thing that made me look forward to the start of a new school year was all the new books. Continue reading