My mom loves telling stories of my childhood, one in particular is relevant to this category. When I was younger, my mom and her girlfriends would gather up all the kids and take us to Toys-R-Us. Thinking back, I see how it was more for them to have uninterrupted conversations while we tired ourselves out with rows and rows of toys.

However, she always (proudly) states that I would always shoot straight to the book section and just read until it was time to leave. She was so happy because 1. it was educational, and 2. she never had to buy me toys.

This trait carried on throughout my life, I have always been a reader (and not much of a writer). I love having subtitles on everything I watch, to everyone elses frustration.

Although reading is not as high on my priority wish as I would like, I think this page will be a fun way to catalog the books I’ll read throughout my blogging times. I would love to remember each one from the past, but there has been so many lost and forgotten in my brain.