Let books be your dining table,
And you shall be full of delights
Let them be your mattress
And you shall sleep restful nights. - Unknown

After a period of hiatus and a brief discovery of a very bright colored yellow book sitting atop my sister's cabinet, I discovered again, the joys of reading. I recalled how once upon a time when I was not busy typing on my electric typewriter and staring at visual nonsense on a 14'1 inch that nothing delights me more than curling up on my bed (or mattress) with a good old book. Gone are the days where I eagerly read every book on my bookshelf (Mum always buys Mavis Enid Blyton & Mitchell, Charles Dickens and the Nancy Drew series, all I got are hand-me-downs). Yet strangely, I let this familiar, comforting literary reprise slip away from me from time to time; dedicating all my precious time face-booking, sleeping, socializing and staring into space which does no good for my English. Somehow, I've always had this weird feeling that the more I spoke mandarin and avoided reading, the worse my grammar and vocab became. & this was true, I've been mis-pronouncing more words than usual (which saddens me to no end). Then again, the bright yellow book sitting conspicuously at a corner got me into the reading frenzy again.

The author was Augusten Burroughs this time, and the book was "possible side effects". I randomly lifted it off and within 10 pages, I was hooked. Turns out he had an even more famous book which was made into a film, called "running with scissors". However, to my disappointment, Wheelock's Borders wasn'tt carrying it. I walked in and walked out without "running with scissors", but instead found another gem "How to save your life" by Michael Gates who also wrote "How starbucks saved my life" (Starbucks saved a lot of lives if you were to ask me. A vanilla latte would resurrect me better than CPR.). Best of all, it was on the 30% discount rack. The hunt for Running is still on though.

Till then and before the flame burns out for the spate of literary madness, I shall be tucked safe and warm in my bed every weekend trying to improve my English.