Why I Love Reading Books

I think it's no surprise that I love books. More than a lot of things and many people in fact. But why exactly do I love papers with ink on them so much?

As a kid, I've always liked reading even before I realized I did. I buried my nose into all kinds of books.

Mainly because I enjoyed learning, and I still do. I'm all for gaining as much knowledge as I can. I especially want to know more about subjects that fascinate me.

Being able to escape from the real world was always welcome for me. Sometimes we just need to get away, be distracted for a little while.

At some point, I wanted to write my own books. As much as I love reading other people's stories, there's nothing quite like telling your own.

Of course, I love words. That's why I'm a writer. Reading books ignited my passion for writing stories.

In elementary school, I had a much smaller vocabulary. Younger me wasn't as confident with the English language as I am now, even more so when it came to writing in it.

I can still recall a memory of myself in class. I always asked this much smarter student how to spell certain words I didn't know at the time.

Interestingly enough, my first language isn't English. I grew up in a Cantonese speaking household. Back then, my parents didn't speak much English. So for several years during my childhood, I felt more comfortable with Cantonese, my mother tongue. After all, it was what I spoke at home.

Only after reading a bunch of English books did my communication skills improve. Over the course of my elementary schooling, I saw my grades in Reading, Writing, and Oral Communication increase little by little.

Nowadays, I still crave exposure to new ideas and beliefs. I may not agree with everything, but at the very least, I get a chance to see the perspectives of others. More importantly, I try to understand.

I owe writers and authors a lot. They keep inspiring me to speak, to share.

Frankly, I have little desire to spend my money on anything that is not a good book.

20 Lessons I Learned As A Blogger


I'm nearly twenty years on this earth, and I've been blogging for over four.

So you're telling me I'm old and not afraid of commitment?

I don't believe it.

But I do believe being a blogger has taught me some valuable things.

  1. Love words, not numbers.
  2. Give back to the community.
  3. Always be yourself.
  4. Never stop learning.
  5. Do your best.
  6. Don't forget why you started.
  7. Create greatness.
  8. Keep it simple.
  9. Practice as often as possible.
  10. Push your perceived limits.
  11. Be your own boss.
  12. Listen to those who matter.
  13. Ignore the noise.
  14. Keep improving.
  15. Ask for help.
  16. Stay humble.
  17. Rise to the challenge.
  18. Chase what you want.
  19. Live life.
  20. Put your happiness first.

What have you learned from running a blog? I'd love to know down below. After all, sharing is caring.

What I Love About Blogging

What don’t I love?

I love the community. Bloggers are the best. Other writers inspire me to tell my story. Every reader motivates me to read more. 

You all push me to be better, do better. Seeing such great content every day makes me want to create good content.

When I first started back in 2013, I didn’t expect to love blogging as much as I do. I thought it’d be fun. But I also felt like I’d probably grow bored of blogging. 

How wrong was I.

Being a blogger is hard, difficult, challenging. But it’s worth the pain and sweat and tears. And then some.

I love my own excitement at the mere thought of working on a new idea. I especially love the satisfaction that comes after I publish a blog post. 

Creating is fun. Coming up with ideas and executing on them will never get old.

I’m 19 right now, but I hope I’m still blogging when I’m 91. I also hope you’ll continue with me on this insane journey. I’d love nothing more.

Why I Love Reading

Why do I love to read? Where do I begin?

I love stories. It’s fun to read and experience them.

I like not knowing what to expect, especially when I’m reading a new book from an author I’m unfamiliar with.

I enjoy being surprised along the way. I get such a kick out of thinking through possible scenarios in my head and seeing if they play out in the book.

I love escaping a world that isn’t always pleasant and exploring a new one.

It’s fun to meet characters I can relate to. I love some and hate others. The ones I remember, for one reason or another, are special. They become a part of me.

I love learning. Through books I can learn about anything and everything. History and science. Animals and sports. New words and old ones. The English language. French. German. Latin. 

I have learned about the world I live in currently and the world I want to live in. 

And I’ve discovered a great deal about myself. Who I am, who I want to be. What I value, what I believe in. 

Thanks to reading, I have a better understanding of different kinds of people. 

Books have taught me to see that regardless of a person’s skin colour or sexual orientation, human beings are human.

I hope I always love books, stories, words.

I hope you do too.

Why do you love reading?

An Apology To Books

I’d like to apologize to all the books out there that I have…

  • Dropped
  • Dog-eared
  • Spilled water on
  • Bent the spine of
  • Treated in some terrible manner

I promise I love books.

Oh, Outlining

I don’t outline 300 page novels. So what makes you think I’m going to outline 3 page essays?

Teachers and their unbelievable expectations, eh?

I don’t outline unless I have to. So when I am outlining, it’s safe to say I’d rather be doing a million other things. Like writing.

Most of the time, I brainstorm or generate ideas without writing anything down. On the rare occasion I have to outline, I tend to dump everything in my brain onto the page. And try to make it presentable for my professor.

I guess I’m too impatient to make an outline before I start writing.

In my world, outlining isn’t writing. Similarly, editing isn’t writing.

I have nothing against outlining. I just don’t love it as much as I love writing.

Respect Writers

Respect writers for their time. For their energy. For their work.

For the stories they share.

For the characters they create.

For the worlds they fabricate.

Just respect writers, okay? It’s not that hard. 

If you’re a writer, respect yourself. Love what you do because no one else will.

You deserve to be respected by others. But ultimately you deserve to be respected by yourself.

I Love This Blog

I love this blog. (More than most things.)

If you do, thank you. (What’s not to love?)

If you like this blog, I like you. (Unless you’re a criminal.)

If you don’t, what’s wrong with you? (I’m kidding, kind of.)

In all seriousness though, today has reminded me that life’s too short. (So why would you waste your finite time on something you don’t love?)

What I Would Tell My 18 Year Old Self

I’m an old woman now.

But if I could tell that younger girl a few things, they would be:

  • You deserve much better.
  • You deserve much more.
  • You deserve much love.
  • You’re doing fine.
  • You’re doing enough.
  • You’re doing something.
  • You will get over it.
  • You will live through it.
  • You will move beyond it.

An Open Letter To Writers

An Open Letter To Writers


Dear Writers,

You’re human. You will always be human. You’ll make your share of mistakes. You’ll fail and fall repeatedly. That’s if you try. If you take chances and risks. But if you want something badly enough, you’ll go for it. And every failure and fall will be worth it.

You’ll do well to remember that you’re a writer, not a machine. And you’re a character, not a computer.

You’re an individual with a voice, with a story to tell. You have every right to speak up and use your voice. You have every right in the world to tell that story. Your story.

Love your art, your craft. Love what you do and do what you love. But ultimately love yourself while you’re doing. While you’re living.

Never let anyone make you feel ashamed for who you are. Don’t feel bad for liking who you like and loving what you love.

No. You’ll hear that word a lot more than you’ll hear yes. Rejection is not personal, so be professional. Don’t take anything personally.

Take writing seriously but don’t take yourself too seriously.

Sincerely,

An Aspiring Writer