My memory, which is similar to that of a goldfish, keeps me from recalling the exact moment I fell in love with books. However, I do remember that it happened sometime between the age of 11-13. Words had become my best friends out of the blue. As a pre-teen, I read what most of my Read more…

Back in tenth grade, the one thing I absolutely abhorred was reading. In fact, I even wondered how reading could be regarded as a real hobby. My dad, who happened to be a bibliophile, would often argue with me that books could boost my analytical skills. However, more often than not, his words would fall Read more…