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.