As my tiny
Dutch world is cooling down again and the trees are getting bare and grey, I
have picked up my most reliable source of entertainment: books. I’m all about
reading and losing myself in a fictive world, where I don’t have to worry about
my own struggles and insecurities, especially when the weather doesn’t allow
you to enjoy a nice stroll outside.
Reading changes your perspectives and urges
you to think in a way you don’t usually do, because you’re not usually able to
look inside the mind of anyone but yourself. I never understand the people that
say they don’t like reading, because reading is like a treasure hunt for me.
You look for the jewels and once you’ve found one, it will change the way you
look at the world and the people surrounding you forever, which is one of the
best gifts someone –fictional or not- could give me.
If you’re not a reader
however, don’t be afraid. This post will not be about the books I’ve read. I
won’t be hyping about my favourite authors (although Jojo Moyes is steadily becoming
one of them) or discuss my favourite book genre. I’d just like to share some
ponderings about life, love, friendship, and all that good stuff.
