In 2008, after reading non-fiction and management books for the past decade, during the months of unemployment and the long lull of depression in the credit crunch, I started reading fiction and literature. I read them so that I could make up for the lost years of not reading creative works. I devour books like a hungry wolf on the prowl, never quite satisfied after each reading, I hunt and search for more. The genre of the books I read are very electic. Travelogues,  novels, classics, translated fiction, memoir and true stories, crime etc (in a rough order of preference) I read them all. The genres I tend to shy away are sci-fi, young adults, horrors and anything that has to do with vampires, werewolves, monsters.

Geographically, I love to read books from Asia, North Africa and the Middle East. Although give me a good book from any other countries any day, I would gladly read them too.

It is hard to imagine a life without books. The ancient kings would bury themselves with golds and treasures or a 6000 strong army of terra-cotta warriors, build pyramids to house their tombs when they are dead; in the hope to have all the riches to live life in eternity. I would be happy to die and be buried in a pyramid of books, in the hope of carrying the wisdom and knowledge of this world to another realm.

The realm I now live is in a country call the United Kingdom. I work a full time day job and I am a mother of two boisterous young boys. Despite whinging about the limited 24 hours I have in a day, it doesn’t do the time I spent on reading justice if I forget what I have read, say 5 years, down the road. So I tend to write long entries and quote favourite passages from the books that I read. This space chronicles book reviews and thoughts that inspires from books that I read. A glimpse at my virtual bookshelf can be found at:

My shelf at Shelfari

It always make my day when I receive any comments, I hope you will spend a few minutes to share your thoughts with me.