I have forgotten the feeling of how reading books can imbue all the neurons and sensories i never knew i once had.
I could giggle to myself into teary eyes from the paraphrasing and simple yet powerful imagination. Some parts left me laughing out loud uncontrollably.
I now remember books have the ability to unlock that compelling satisfaction and it is addictive when you start one after another.
Sophie kinsella has always been one of my favourite author. Her ability to tap on character’s head in her book is what strike me as raw and genuine. I also love how her writing incorporate disclosures and afterthoughts (side voice from the mind) pretty much like mine. I find that similarity so uncanny.
That is - My not so perfect life :)
Then there is this book that left me crying buckets. It hit the exact spot and activated a stream of tears as my thoughts traversed back into the abyss of unpleasant memory storage. I revisited my first encounter of death of a very close family - my grandmother. I ended up with swollen eyes and sobbing spells.
That is - When life became breathe. 😢
Last book i read was factfulness. It was such an eye opening book. I never realised how I was part of a systemic human judgement until i complete this. This book debunks misconceptions and tears down the very dramatic worldview I once believed in.
He left us this book for us to constantly check on our skewed and nasty human tendency to judge. Also a doctor who has dedicated his whole life in public health, research and absolutely committed to help his fellow human being to understand the inevitable change and steady uphill progress of the world.
I took longer to complete this book because i was carefully immersing myself into every global details, data, statistics, graphs and explanations. Thank you Dr. Hans Rosling for this book. Wish he was still around to comb through the world today in covid era and hear his impartial view of the current situation.
I did not realise i have inadvertently picked 3 different genres of book for my project last month. Fictional (light and hilarious), non fictional (knowledge), fictional (biodata of a dying neurosurgeon).
Reading has also revoked my love (desire) to journal or what many of us call blog. 🙃
Signing of,
Ripples of serenity...
