My love for books started manifesting itself early on in life. When I was about 10-11 years old, I discovered my school’s library, and was instantly hooked. I used to devour books from the library in one sitting, and bring them back the next day eager for more. I inherited most of my passion from my mother, although it must be mentioned that our young librarian really loved kids, and when I didn’t know exactly which book to read next, she would point out the good ones. Of course, every book seemed a good one at the time, and most actually are – every kid should read about the adventures of Sindbad.
The next stage was when I finally grew old enough to handle my mother’s collection (which I must say was quite impressive, holding hundreds of titles) and, boy, was it a fun stage. I remember savoring every moment of James Clavell’s Asian Saga and let me tell you (spoiler alert!), when Robert D’Artois dies during Maurice Druon’s Accursed Kings, I damn near cried.
And then there was the Internet, and now any book is just a few days away. Gone are the days when I would have to dig through the library to find something I wanted to read, if I found it at all. Searching for books and purchasing them online is so easy, it’s a shame that more people are not doing it.
I was planning on starting a non-technical blog for some time now (I babble about my technical work on my main website), so here I am, a certified geek, trying to write about whichever books I fancy at the moment. You will forgive (I hope) my not-quite-stellar grasp on the English language, of which I am not a native speaker, and my amateurish way with words.