Last week, I went home after a tiring afternoon at band practice. Surprisingly, there was a minimal amount of homework consisting of only a few maths sums (no thanks to Miss Tay) and a sketch for DaT. After dinner, I settled down for a well deserved break and picked up my book and started reading.
Ever since I was young, my past-time was always reading, cultivated by my parents. They always encouraged me to read whenever I could and always ensured my sister and I made regular trips to the library.
Ever since I was young, my past-time was always reading, cultivated by my parents. They always encouraged me to read whenever I could and always ensured my sister and I made regular trips to the library.
Among the great variety of titles I came across in my relatively long history of reading, some titles that stood out for me were -- salem falls, flowers for algernon, the kite runner,(recently) harry potter and enid blyton stories (primary school) just to name a few.
The book in question that I was reading was Salem Falls by Jodi Piccoult, predictably bought for me as a Christmas gift by my parents. It was a rather exciting book even though the time jumps throughout the book were rather erratic and confusing :( . The language used was fairly advanced but in my opinion, was the whole point of reading such a book.
Reading it helped to calm me down after a long and tiring day---the story was rather calm and slow but definitely not long winded. The storyline was simple, aided by the unique writing style of relating the past and flawlessly connecting with the present happenings in the story.
All to soon, it was about 11 o'clock and I put aside my book and got ready to turn in. While I was lying awake in bed, my still active mind was absorbed in the facinating novel and I only drifted off into another realm in the knowlege that I would be able to carry on where I left off the next day.
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