I don't know if any of you also experiences this, but I just would like to share how my mood is greatly affected every time I read a book. Just a few hours ago I read Dear John by Nicholas Spark because I was not satisfied with the movie's ending so I have to read it again and refresh my mind, though I was happy picturing Channing Tatum, my heart sank reading the last part of the book. I was sad not in a lonely kind of way but, sad because, it is something you know you have but you can't have, the irony of life. So I sat quietly on my station taking every call I can, trying to divert what I was truly feeling. Just days ago, I read Twenties Girl by Sophie Kinsela and all day I was hoping that my life is as adventurous as she is, no not hunted by ghost, but probably experience the gray area of getting to know someone, not knowing how they really feel about you but you know they are special, more than friends less than lover kind of thing. And everytime I notice that my book i
Writing has always been my passion and reading is a favorite hobby. I started this blog to reviews the books I so called "devoured" but then through the years I expanded my interests and decided to write my experiences here. I hope that you'll find this blog informative and entertaining just as I intended it to be.