Posted in Write On, tagged Books on November 24, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Guilt came all over me when I told a friend I am writing a book. Well… while I am, I am not! I haven’t been writing since November 13, and that is… for all-time’s sake, a very long time for a person who claims to be a writer. Maybe I should take a break from calling myself a writer. Or maybe I should just write again?
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And before you stop reading, here’s something I have not written about…
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Posted in Travel, Write On, tagged Books, Writing on April 17, 2010| 5 Comments »
Posted in Write On, tagged Books on February 8, 2010| Leave a Comment »
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For a sunny mundane day that today was… I was brought back to a book that chose me on that Monday that felt like a Sunday in June. Just last year. And so it is… on a mundane Monday like today, I look forward to all the mundanity of Mondays if it brings me back to all the books that have chosen me.
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Posted in Pokrovsky Boulevard, tagged Books, Idea, IKEA on July 20, 2009| 2 Comments »
Almost all my bags are unpacked and I’m ready to go reading. Yay! As a monthly anniversary gift yesterday, my significant other set this room up as my little reading corner. We were off to IKEA Khimki on Saturday to grab one of these Hemnes (2-in-1 Daybed + Pull-Out). It turned out really well and I am excited about reading all the 18 books I bought and got this last trip back to Malaysia.
For now we’re calling this room Gramma & Grampa’s Room as… well, actually this room is set up in preparation for the arrival of our very first guests of honor this August. But until then and after then, there will be an engraved plate on the door with “Booked for Mom” on it! The monchies are for now banned from entering the room – they already have their own play area with toys stacked to the nose! Yay for me!
Posted in Write On, tagged Books on July 9, 2009| 9 Comments »
When it comes to books, I am GPS. I’m greedy, I’m possessive and I’m super-generous.
Greedy as in, I have to get a copy of books I like, though I know I won’t have time to read. Well, after a few pages when they prove to be good books, I usually discover that I can make time to read. And when I do make time to read, there is this ineffable greed to know the ending (fiction) or to grab all the knowledge offered in the book (non-fiction).
And then there is this possessiveness towards books, the trait I learned from my KaCher. She once got hold of an old book that the school library was giving away to reward librarians – the book was none other than Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster. As soon as I saw her reading it day in day out amidst chores and school hours, I knew it was a great book and I had to read it too. But we were too much of two-of-a-kind then; she would not let me borrow it even after she finished reading the book. She even hid it from me! I stayed up really late one night, ransacked our room, found it and stayed up ALL night reading it! What happened in the morning when she saw the book on my sleeping face was a World Wide War story greater than Saving Private Lion Ryan.
Super-generosity, the trait that I have towards books, has got me into a mess more than anything. As it is the bloody twin sister to my greed, I have to have books that I have to have! There’s no stopping me. Just like the greed, possessiveness and super-generosity that I have towards souvenirs I buy for other people that I end up keeping. You’re looking at the same gal here! I buy and buy and buy books – reading comes later. I have even made a schedule of what books to read when I am in my 60’s – another 20 something years.
And just in case my memory does not stay as long as my greed, my possessiveness and my super-generosity, I started a habit quite a few years back. That is, for every book I purchase I make a point to write down the when and the where I found the book. And the most important thing, how the book found me. For I believe they may have just one story written, but every book has more than just a story to tell. Someday the story a book tells might write me off, but with what I wrote, I can tell why I read it.
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