Book Fiend

Don’t judge a book by its cover.

It may be esential in real life, but let’s be honest.  I always end up buying books that has a catchy title or a cool book cover. I dream of having my own library someday. I don’t know how I’d accomplish that but buying at least one every payday may lead me to that path. Yes, every payday my feet would lure me to a book store may it be book sale or your regular highway-robbery fancy schmancy book store. This compulsion started since I was young. I was handed several books by my father who at that time might have been too kuripot to actually buy me a present for my birthdays. The very first book I vandalized was The Little Prince. Second to that is some book I found in my parents’ shelf called “Safe Encounters”.

So yes, maybe a little sex education at  age 7 scared the hell out of me. Chapter 6 gave me a wide array of sexually-transmitted diseases. Sad to say it’s imprinted in my mind and helped me in our baby thesis and well, maybe in life too. Duh? Point is, I’m fond of reading, reading almost about anything because really, Dad might have prepped me for game shows like Jeopardy. Annually, he would give me a books like Fact Finder, the World Almanac and and anything that can be related to enclopedic references. Yes, those are also from book sale. Imagine how much it would cost if he actually get those brand new. Thing is I got those encyclopedia by installment. A-C in the first quarter of the year. N-Z was a Christmas present. But the fact is, I am unable to retain anything that I have read. So yeah, he failed on that aspect of making me a walking encyclopedia. But the passion remained. At least, I still sniff books. Maybe I’m really a K-9 in training.

I can spend all day just reading an entire book. Actually, I’m overestimating. I’m not that of a fast reader so maybe if I am not busy I can finish a book within 2-3 days depending on the pace of the novel or if it’s not a novel,perhaps  the level of interest.

For instance, when I got the Da Vinci Code, I finished the book for an entire day while I was bedridden because of stomach flu. In between chapters, I would lurch or puke buckets. Not even diarrhea can prevent me from finishing the damn thing.

My taste in reading  evolved over my teeny weeny years from all those Francine Pascal’s  evil twins to RL Stine’s gory storylines.

One thing remains the same, I will still opt for the real thing. No e-books whatsoever. I long for the smell  of it and  I love the feeling it leaves as I touch each page. Call it book lust or whatever.