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I've been reading like crazy, mostly because I got a lot of spare time, did nothing but read. (In the meantime, friends are all enjoying 'schools'. College is no joke!) But reading is my favorite in fact: so relaxing and it serenades the me. I'm a big reader of my own choices. Classic books seem a little too boring and stereotype, and words just follow words, ideas coming after ideas, making one such a mess of words. I know for sure sooner or later, I will have to take on one. Fiction, I've tried some; non-fictions are maybe the last to consider, well, in my LIST. Those horror ones are to die for; ; others, I don't know. So feeble how long my liking is gonna last for my interest gets high quite temporarily and unpredictably. Speaking of books, I often drop the book at the very near end, don't know why? Maybe the story is crystal clear now that there is no need for further reading, even finishing the book? Need to figure that out.
My taste constantly changes, no doubt for that. For my used-to-be big love, witchcraft or magic and alchemist related, I just randomly buried myself in random picked-ups which are literally cheap and stupid , not to mention how cheesy they are and the least fond I am of them. When I reached to the middle of one, my mind was like the one of a guilty sexual wanton worrying of getting caught in the mid-coitus ( explanation: too many of love scenes that I set my mode 'WARNING CAUTION: MOM IS ALWAYS AROUND, GET READY TO BUST YOU'. Just kidding! Mom knows English not, it is just me the pervert). Here is the summary: 'Marriage collapsed, then saved, later on collapsed ( with a lot of F-words and nonstop curses), ultimately saved'. Look at this not-so-smart storyline, being it my brain and my rationality gone on vacation whilst I bought it? I either want my changes back or will excuse myself from finishing it, let alone take it for my sake. Raving enough, I know I should be lost. Bye!