An ardent reader, a doting mom and now a novice blogger
I started taking an interest in books quite early in life. Everyday at lunch time or after school, or whenever I would not be held up elsewhere, I would go to the library and sit there surrounded by books. I wasn’t an ardent reader then but the smell of the library, the quaint quiet and the beautiful shelves filled with books would just draw me in and slowly and gradually I started turning into a reader. My earliest books were Nancy Drews, Famous Fives and Secret Sevens as most kids my age then loved to read. You know the amateur sleuths…ya, the kind! I was also interested in reading and collecting quotes, both famous and not so famous, but ones that touched my heart. Over the years, getting into the grind of life, my love for reading started taking a backseat…but not for long!
And when my daughter was born years after those library days, it was my newfound love all over again. I was hopelessly in love with the fact that she could eat stories for dinner, lunch and breakfast, chew books to pieces word by word, sentence by sentence and read read read to the worlds end. (Might I say she is still the same). I would take her to the library twice a week and we would end up with cartloads of books which she and I would gobble up before our next visits. Needless to say my daughter (now 13) is a voracious reader and it was her interest in books that made me jump back in the pool of books.
My father, who was mostly a newspaper and magazine man loved the fact that I read books just like my Mumma. He would pursue me to read more and more. He would ask me to write reviews about the books I read which I was kind of lazy to do initially. But then I started writing about them like diary entries once in a while. Last March my father moved on to the next world with his words lingering in my ears still that I should share my love for books. So, here I am doing just that. My little ode to one of the best human beings that I ever knew.
The Spell Bound 