I have always related to Matilda, a great character created by Roald Dahl, in the scenes where she devourers all possible books in her local library.
I remember being in pre-school, being the only child that wouldn't want to nap during the day.
I was assigned to bed number 4, but instead, I would read.
I read every book in their library.
I simply love to read. I love reading books, and buying books. There is such satisfaction when I find one worth owning - and I usually crave to own the books I read - as well as having them sit on the shelf, in order by author, all neat and symeterical.
I am quite fussy about this order - I'll know if you've borrowed a book or put it back in the wrong place. And I simply won't buy books that are not the same height as the rest in that series. (Poor Matthew discovered that recently.)
They need to be the same, just right, where they belong.
I watched The West Wing seasons one and two (probably my all time favourite television show);
I watched all episodes of BBC's Little Dorrit, a Charles Dicken's which I confess I haven't read;
I watched the new episodes of Upstairs Downstairs, of which I am eagerly anticipating the next episodes;
and a plethora of movies, some good .. some not good.
The dilemma came in the form of running out of quality entertainment (seriously, the amount of movies I turned off due to language was just sad) and having no internet at home (even sadder).
Since that time, I have increased reading.
I have been reading a lot since finishing my law degree – something I really couldn't spent time on while studying – and I have been discovering many new authors and books.
I want to share.
And in due course, I will share my reviews in detail.