Addicted Once More

At First it was just a necessity, and then it became a lifestyle.

It all started with that little Peter Rabbit book I had when I was in kindergarten, followed by those Sweet Valley High paperbacks way back in grade school, Iris Johansen and Daniel Steel novels in high school and now that I’m already on my last year in college, the number of books on my reading list can be considered as a cornucopia.

Hans Christian Andersen has been a huge part of my life. Fairy tales became the staple of my definition of a happy life, one that I, like many others dream of since we were providential lasses. Needless to say, I fancy reading.

I feel privileged to exist in this generation where almost everything is accessible in just one click. I have downloaded countless EBooks for the past couple of years and they have swamped the EBook shelf of my phone, causing me to lie awake during ungodly hours (again) and catching me leer at thin air with the hallucination of being one of the characters. Does it ever happen to you? You know, sometimes, you read a book and you feel like you are one of the people in the book.

I thank my dad for having been supported my fetish by doling out volumes of Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys (yes, I still have them until now) when I was at a very young age. Reading served as my two-hour intermittent escape from reality. It supplied me a place where I could be a princess at my own right, a despicable sorceress or sometimes, even a one-eyed incubus just like the character Polyphemus in the old Grecian mythologies.

I was really considered as a bookworm when I was in high school. My teachers would often catch me riveted to those little V.C. Andrews paperbacks (my favorite!) during class discussion and they would give me violations. The result: a couple of my English teachers (who share the same fetish) loaned me some of their favorite books and we discussed about the plots over cups of coffee during dismissal or lunch time. It was amusing! It even reached the point when I no longer had to present my library card when I wanted to borrow a book from the library; I was permitted to borrow anything I want (with the promise of returning it, of course). Worst case scenario: me-skipping-an-exam-day because I had a new book to read.

Vigorous days came and things were different. My love for reading was put into hiatus for a little while because of things I can’t (or simply don’t want to) explain. But now I am definitely back on track. I just finished reading a book last night. It was splendid merely because the genre is young adult which makes it more personal and relative to people my age. This is the genre I’ve been clinging on to for the last couple of months and here are the recent ones that I’ve just finished:

DASH AND LILY'S BOOK OF DARES-- an exciting tale of finding true love 
through a dare, it's exciting because the two protagonists 
don't see each other until the last few chapters

LOLITA-- one of the most controversial books in the history of time where a pedophile
falls in love with a 12-year old nymphet, illicit and downright immoral but inspiring

NICK AND NORAH'S INFINITE PLAYLIST-- perfect for typical teenagers,
 this was made intoa movie but the book is faaaar better than the movie

THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER: one of the best books I have
ever read in my 19 years of existence, no kidding

WILL GRAYSON, WILL GRAYSON-- a book about love and sexuality...
read it and you'll see yourself laughing. 

I still have an outstretched queue of books to read on my E Book shelf and thanks to my phone, I can read them anytime, anywhere. Just like what my dad always tells me, “Read to achieve”.