In my Heart of Heart

a bibliophile is a person who collects or has a great love of books. i am definitely one. the two things that restraint me from increasing my pile of books are money and space. i literally no longer have any room to put any more books. i can't have a job yet, i am still studying, so i'm in the mercy of my parents when it comes to buying books. and books are not that cheap. i guess it's a good bargain considering all the information and inspiration it fills you with after you're done with it.

for the past years, i think i've been a rather versatile reader. i've met people who reads only the twilight saga or love stories. i think it's good that they're reading anyway, but i dislike the idea of staying to only one genre. i believe it can contain you to only one state of mind or one way of view.. i read fantasy, horror, thriller, mythical, fiction, and romance too. i also read poems and old texts. anything that interests me, of course. i think people from the past produce the best books. dead people are geniuses. i love edgar allan poe's works. i love stephen king's novels. i love neil gaiman's stories. i love j.r.r tolkien's fantasies. i have a lot more books to read and authors to try, but i can't really go anywhere right now since i don't have a salary.

i realized that i've been reading a considerable amount of books of different genres, but the genre that i read the least is romance. i've read wuthering heights, i've read romeo and juliet, one from nicholas sparks... and maybe a couple more... well that's about it. i think that i need to read a lot more romance novels or any good old love story. why? well i don't know... it's a sudden feeling that springs out from my cerebellum or something and whispers to me to find some love stories to read. maybe this spur of the moment feeling came from the lack of reading such material. and would you believe it, my dear friend gave me her compilation book of love stories. it is compiled with different short stories about love. see, i've been meaning to borrow this particular book a long time ago, but i've been holding myself back just because i have about 10 unread books to read at home. one day, i went to play at her house, we had a sleepover, and just when i was getting ready to leave the next morning, i touched that book. then she offered to give it to me. i was really overwhelmed! it was so unexpected... the thought of her willingly giving it to me never crossed my neurons. it's a beautiful book, and an expensive one, i just couldn't receive it for free. i paid maybe about 37% of it's original price, said thank you for the 76th time, and got home a happy lass.

i read it immediately and i'm impressed with the choice of writers in the book. i really do love it. thanks a lot to my generous friend. she's a wonderful God-send.

give me that man
that is not passion's slave, and i will wear him
in my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
as i do thee.

[hamlet act 3, scene 2, 71-74, by william shakespeare]

map the scars to the heart.

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