My mother, when she was still alive, once told me that I couldn’t use the pages of my books to cover me up when I am cold and hungry. She’s not a reader like me. So she couldn’t understand the lure of the pages to me.

I think I got the reading bug from my grandma, my mom’s mom. She’s a voracious reader and I got my Barbara Cartland novels from her. I’ve been reading romance novels since I was in my teens. The thicker the book, the better for me.

It’s still the same for me. The pages still lure me like a beautiful harp tune luring a lass to the sea. Every time I come near a bookstore, expect me to come out with a book or two on hand. The lure is that powerful. Other bibliophiles like me can relate, I am sure of it.