a bookie story

i grew up not owning a work of fiction not until i was in college. (unless of course, you'd count the stories in textbooks the school requires you to buy.) my meager allowance back in elementary and highschool didn't allow for such indulgence. 


what i would do is visit the school library (quite regularly) and gooble up fiction after fiction the shelves had to offer. at home, i remember staying up so late, using homework as an excuse, just to finish whatever page-turner i had at the moment. and brown-outs, which happened quite frequently then, didn't stop me either. the candlelight was my friend ... and the reason for my poor eyesight. 


i couldn't remember now what was the title of the first one i ever owned. i left quite a collection of paperbacks back home. they're probably gathering dust in my old room, or stuffed in an old box somewhere since nobody ever picked up on my interest. my nephew is into sports, tennis, while my nieces ... into music, the ukelele believe it or not, and the other one, well, she tells me she's into chocolates! LOL! forgive her, she's only 7. 


since the move, i haven't unpacked the boxes of books i have. there's the library, the internet and oh, fairies who sends me these new printed delights.


it's wonderful to find friends who share the same passion as you. and it's such a delight to have ones who spoil you and indulge you in your madness. hahaha!


i know this is long overdue .... from the bookprints, and now to ebooks, thank you.