I grew up in a house filled with books. As an only child for seven years, I found new worlds to explore simply by reading. Back then, I preferred books over toys.

Fast-forward to college, it was no surprise when I took up a literary course.

Now that I’ve stepped over to the adult world, I miss reading as much as I used to. Not just when I was in college but even way back… when reading was made of pure bliss, when I read for myself and not for reports, and when there were no deadlines to beat.


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