I have read books continuously ever since I can remember. Before I could read my parents constantly read me bedtime stories, and these continued long, long after I could read. This meant at the begining of my life I was already reading and hearing stories in a day more often than the average adult would read in a week.
From there, I just have never stopped. I am in love with the escapism books offer. No matter what problems I have or great things that happen, I can always disappear into a book and be who I choose to be.
With this passion of books I have also become an aspiring writer, and after many story ideas, I have finally hit upon one which I have so much dedication to and fervour for, I am going to complete it by the end of the summer (hopefully).
Anyway, I have come to greatly appreciate the art of story writing, and therefore feel it’s about time I show my love of books by writing about them, and reviewing all the books I read so I can share the joy, or warn against the not so great stories.
I feel that books are such an amazing part of life that they should be celebrated, studied and, above all, read at every opportunity.