I admit, I'm not much of a rereader. There are so, so many books I want to read that I feel like there's no time to revisit the ones I've already read. In all honesty, besides childhood picture books, I can only think of three instances in which I reread a book: Heart of Darkness... Continue Reading →
My Difficult Transition From YA to Adult Fiction… and From Naiveté to Open-Minded Reading
When I was younger, I always had a strong preference for reading books in which the main character was my age or slightly older. As a teen, a lot of books I read were about 16-year-olds… but then once I reached 17, I didn’t want to read those anymore. Instead, I wanted the protagonists to... Continue Reading →
Pleasure Reading vs. College: How Books’ Roles Changed in the Face of My Education
From the time I learned how to read as a young child - and probably even before that, when my parents read to me - I always loved books. Books were my sanctuary and my escape. If I felt lonely, reading a book put me in the company of diverse casts of characters. When I... Continue Reading →