booksA Poem by setteI started reading at an early age, When most kids of my age were playing with dolls and guns, I was flipping the pages of a dog-eared novel by Barbara Cartland. I was mystified by three things, no pictures, small print and too many pages. I saw my mother reading it during her free time, and curiosity always got me, asking what the story is all about. Little boys my age played with swords and pretend to be kings or
knights. Little girls my age played with dolls that looked like princesses . but here I am very different from them, I was asking my mother, what a dame means since Barbara Cartland was considered as one. I was asking her if kings and queens were just make-believe. The curiosity was the one that propelled me to love books and become a bookworm all throughout my teenage years until now. I was fascinated with different things except mathematics and science. The school library had been more than a place for me to read books, but also became a haven whenever I am in pain. I turned to books when I am happy, and especially when I am sad. I was always broke, because I bought books more than I should. It has been a habit more than a hobby and even if there is the internet, I still find enjoyment with a soft bound book beside me. © 2018 setteReviews
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