When I became a bibliophile...

When my high school Literature teacher introduced me to the classics, I could hardly wait to read all the classics that I could get my hands on. Unfortunately, my meager allowance--coupled with our embarrassingly inadequate high school library--would not accommodate that notion. So I had to ditch that idea altogether, and just contented myself with any other readable fiction I could find. I remember I actually finished Anne of Green Gables in one afternoon. I was holed up in one corner of our library, giggling and crying intermittently that whole afternoon.  Luckily, I was in a deserted part of the library, or I would have made some people very uncomfortable. :P By the time I got to college, I was able to have access to more books. But I didn't really have too much free time then. It was because I was determined to learn something before I graduated--despite our many incompetent professors. But my library card was always full every semester. And I would save almost half of my allowance on used books. When I graduated, got a job, and started having the financial freedom to buy brand new books, it was like something short of a frenzy set in. I would spend more than half my monthly salary on them. My father thought I was going crazy. I couldn't even find the time to read all that I bought. Actually, I still couldn't.

And now--over a two-decade love affair--I still adore books. I still rarely get out of the house without a book in my hand, or inside my bag. And although my reading pace have certainly slowed down, I am still determined to continue this charming liaison. Besides, I've already made a promise. I've promised never to give up on reading... even when my eyes give up on me. When that time arrives, I'll just hunt for audiobooks then. :P