Introduction to Book Review Section

I have written several entries about the books that I have read and its impact on my life, and it was all just stashed away in my laptop. I feel like they are wasting away because nobody would be able to read it, (not that anybody would be interested) but, I just want to put them out there, so I’m writing this introductory entry for that section.

I really liked reading those entries because I am conceited, but also because, I loved writing them, and it allowed me to release all the glorious emotions, the unspeakable and overwhelming feelings that remained in me after reading a specific book.

Books are really special to me. Ever since I was young, it has been my constant, and most of the time, only companion. I would spend days in the corner of my grandmother’s room reading. I would finish all the stories in my Filipino and English textbook after the first week I have gotten them, and during summer breaks, I would rummage all the books in our house and read it. College English books are my favorite because they feature long amazing stories. When I eventually ran out of them, I would move on to the science books, planets, stars, rocks, human anatomy, whatever is there on my grandmother’s shelf.

I was never given my own book to read when I was younger. Everyone knows I love reading, but for some reason, my parents, not even my grandmother bought me a book. I got my very first own book when I was in Grade 4. I could remember because that is where we had a Scholastic Book Fair in our school. I got myself a Sabrina: The Teenage Witch paperback. My grandmother paid something to my adviser, and I tricked her into believing that my grandmother allowed me to spend the change for a book. My grandmother was furious when she found out what I bought. You see, she was this very religious, very pious lady that abhors everything that is remotely related to the dark side, and the smartass that is me bought a Witch book. Who would not be furious? That is also beside the fact that we do not have a lot of money, and the amount that I have spent on my ridiculous book could’ve been spent on food or other basic human necessity.

But despite this, I strongly believe that the greatest mistake any parent could ever do to their children is not giving them a book to read. 

But enough with the tragic childhood story.

Books are amazing. Have I stressed that enough?

So starting from now, there would be entries about book reviews! This makes me really excited, and I hope, some day, this stuff would make sense to someone.