velvet reads
i started begging my mum to teach me to read at around 3 years old. i remember feeling ripped off, seeing her totally get into gustav flaubert, victor hugo, thomas hardy, jane austen, or whatever she could get her hands on.
i desperately wanted to get into the pages of books. and bathe in their words. i had memorized every single storybook i owned, by this time. mum really did try to teach me but, alas, a three year old just isn’t ready for such learning.
to this day i love books. often i go to the bookstore with nary an intention of actually buying a book. tho, i must admit, at times temptation gets the better of me. just being around books – like in a bookstore or library – its soothing. calming. i dunno why. i can’t explain it.
any how here are some of my favourites.
