Believe it or not in my village in Sarawak, when we were in primary school, my sister and I were famous. Because we actually open a library full of the old books, storybooks, magazines, Archies and Jughead comics, whatever things that we consider as reading materials and children our age sometimes older or younger would come to borrow books. We even had a system.
I love reading, I love and I enjoy every moment with a book since I was young. My dad used to work in the army, and I like to follow him to camp, he would do his work while I would spend my time in the library. I read Enid Blyton, Edward Stratemeyer, and Edgar Allen Poe, whatever books there were in the library as long as it is in English. The passion for books continue when my eldest sister also share my love for books, story books, fictions, she bought R.L Stein and Christopher Pike collections. I would find myself a corner and read, sometimes over and over again even though the ending would never change. My choice of books back then may not of literary values, but I enjoyed engrossing myself in them. In secondary school, I tried sharing books with my classmates, I even volunteered as a NILAM prefect, a student mentor assigned to groups of students, listen to them read in English and help them to understand the content.
Even now, my heart grows fonder for books, and I am trying to rekindle the magic that reading has on me when I was young. I received a book as a birthday gift for my 31st birthday, the first book I received as a birthday gift when I was 13 years old, now I am receiving a book when I turned 31. I do hope that I will always fall in love with books; I did purchased two more books yesterday. I know that greed is one of the 7 deadliest sins, but I can't help myself, I am in love. (",)
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