I feel a certain embarrassment as I settle down here to write, as if I were baring my soul. Who am I? Perhaps it is better to ask me about my passions, rather than what I have done in my life.
To say that I love reading is an understatement. Just looking at books makes my heart tremble. My reading is rudimentary. The types of books I read are sparse. But I find I tend to gravitate towards the classic literature and fantasy.
I cannot bear not to know the end of a tale. There is a certain disquiet in me when I see a book unread, unfinished. I read anything with a decent plot. There is nothing in this world that makes me happy except a book in my hand.
So, I implore you, let us love the words, the pages, and the lines in between!