Fine Read

It feels like so long since I've last been here! I'm typing away effortlessly on my new laptop which I believe somehow makes my flow of thoughts slightly more coherent due to the absence of annoyance from a malfunctioning spacebar. Sweet.

I've been feeling lazy lately about coming here to post something. It's not that I feel compelled to, anyway, but I think the hindrance of a broken spacebar has critically limited my enthusiasm of penning my thoughts down. But now, finally.

I've recently completed 3 books (on my kindle, actually; but really - technicalities) back to back, and I feel the need to congratulate myself for this significant achievement. I can't remember the last time I've picked up a real, physical copy of a book. I must confess that I do miss that feeling of it, but technology has been so kind to provide all these hassle-free digital copies of wonderful, magical, and enriching tapestries of literary expressions that I simply find hard to refuse. I will admit that I am a cheapo who rarely pays for books, partly because I don't have space to store them, but mostly because its affordability is something I personally find unsustainable. I grew up with free copies of the likes of Enid Blyton, The Bookworm Club, and the Hardy Boys / Nancy Drew series from my cousins. When I was younger, I'd almost always borrow a book, from a friend or the library, instead of owning one myself. I adore the idea of entering the library without any title in mind, and just be there to explore the possibilities of discovering a good read on those tightly-packed shelves simply by the advice of a blurb. Nevertheless, I'd love to get a copy or two of these books if I could, and I would, in fact, if I was sufficiently captivated by it.

I don't know about you, but every time I start on a book it's like I'm embarking on an exciting journey. I always feel slightly daunted when I'm about to begin, because I absolutely hate starting on a book which I will ultimately not complete. The dilemma is that if we never venture deeper into a book, we'd never know its development. (But what if we do and it sucks?) There definitely have been times when I simply couldn't convince myself to carry on reading a boring and unenlightening piece of work. I'm sorry to all avid readers out there who think I am just a myopic, judgemental provincial who doesn't understand the beauty of literature, but I have been through enough times when I was grievously disappointed by a lacklustre narrative, and so I aim to avoid that sour feeling of emptiness exacerbated by a realisation that I have completely wasted x hours of my time, if I had a choice.

I'm in the middle of another book now, and I'm glad that it is has been pleasantly entertaining so far. I love my kindle. I'm signing off to continue on it now.

Oh, have I mentioned my new laptop keyboard is awesome? I might just overflow this blog with posts this month! Hahahaha