Books make me so happy. Buying books and receiving them from friends just makes me extra happy. I would love to just sit in a bookstore and just read for hours. I used to limit myself to only reading fiction, whether it be adventure, horror or romance stories. For the past two years, I've been reading autobiographies, historical, sociology and political novels. They're really insightful, even if I disagree with them. The thing with sociology and political novels is that you can put them down and come back to it anytime; one political event can be distinct from another event. It's almost like bunch of short stories collaborated together with one theme. However, for horror or romance novels, it's quite hard to put them down sometimes just because authors always build the plot slowly and take the reader with it, that it's hard to separate yourself from their thought-patterns or you might lose the intent/meaning behind it.
Anyway, I was organizing my books (which are all over the place on my bookshelf) and I encountered the book, "The Good Women of China", which Mark gave me couple years ago. I still remember him coming over on Christmas Eve and dropping the present off. I remember taking apart the wrapping paper and was so delighted about getting a book for a present that I literally didn't sleep much on the night of Christmas Eve. I remember going into my parents room on the morning of Boxing Day, and exclaiming to them about this fantastic book that talks about the kind of injustices women face in China.
I think that was one of the best presents I have ever gotten from a friend.
Okay, getting carried away here...moving on....
A month ago, Ben lend me, "Magical Thinking", a book which he thought I would appreciate. It was hard to put down that book, just because the writing was so unique, and the details were so graphic and horrific at the same time. I finished that book in a week, on all my subway rides. It got me reflecting on so many things that I was literally so emotional for a few days.
Yesterday, Ames lend me another novel, which is a book that's readable on my transit rides. I've been stealing one chapter at a time, just before I sleep.
Today, I had my hands on these two books that Eric got for my birthday present. They're about photography. I came home and didn't even bother to take my makeup and contacts off, and just dived into the book. It's a good thing the book is divided into so many sections that I can always come back and refer to it.
I just can't afford to read anything else besides my CSC, considering my exam is about two weeks away and I'm only half way done haha.