titles, books, and heartaches

i think people read for several reasons... i would think that the list of reasons may grow pretty long...

alright this isn't a good start. let's just say that reading is something I've been learning to appreciate even more ever since all the turmoil in my life has been churning in the last few years. I never appreciated it much when i was young even though i loved to read. I would be able to sit in the bookshop for hours, whilst the adults were doing their stuff in the mall. Then, it was simply a form of entertainment, something through which i could gain excitement I would never be able to get from my daily life (not that i'm complaining that my life is boring. i meet lots of interesting people and do lots of interesting things... but you know how sometimes you imagine yourself as a character in some other exotic place on some kind of adventure?). Perhaps that is why i never really grew out of the habit of reading the mystery and mystical genres, although many my age have already grown out of it to read the more mundane stuff like newspapers and history books. Its not like i never tried. But these genres still attract me the most.

So why the sudden increase in appreciation? it is pretty ironic, that in this turmoil when I've been learning to appreciate everything even more (i suppose its the age and maturity factor), from the amount of food i have compared to ethopian kids, the existence of my grandma, to the numerous phonecalls and smses jing and i used to have, that i'm learning to turn back to the source of what has made me the character i am today. I would say that i'm a pretty self-righteous person, with all that values to which i stuck to when in jc, but am now bending a little. After a while, when i get too busy to read, some stuff that used to be enforced in stotybooks - the happily ever afters, the honesty and courage people have to do things, the curiosity characters which lead to greater things... all this stuff gets lost in the turmoil. And now that i'm turning back to them, they are a source of comfort for me. Perhaps they are something which allows me to put away all the turmoil and return to all that innocence. After all, whatever the author has in mind whilst writing books (be it dirty thoughts or the valiant hero) is still made up. Some of it may have been inspired by the truth, yet there MUST have been certain things which have been made up. Certainly not all of it is true. the mind does play tricks on us, even on our own experiences. So there's that about running away from reality.

and one more thing. I suppose authors of storybooks write for a reason. Some write for entertainment, others write to tell people something they have learnt from their lives. It may be comforting to some of the authors whose books i have read to know that the bookworm here reading this book has been able to achieve both for herself. (: ohhh... its not all about preaching trust me. its the connection that authors have with the readers, which makes these stories have the magic they have in them. That's where all the talents of authors go to.

In any case, i've reached the end of my blogpost. and i'm sure you can tell that i've no idea how i want to end this. How apt it is... that conclusions are always the most difficult to write. I wonder how they do it?

and my heart goes out to the heartaches. I feel for you. the book i'm reading has been inserting constant reminders about you. please do be yourself soon yeah? It would be a fantastic thing to see you up and running about soon. -hugs- (: