Literature is a journey, a fascination, a creative art that some people take for granted. I know I did before I fell in love with books. Now, I can’t live without them. I am an introvert, and I love the idea of exploring the notions and fantasies of another while life goes on without me. I prefer a book to a party, especially if that party is full of people I don’t want to talk to, and that’s usually everyone–except a few close family members and the one or two friends I don’t see anymore. Since I was a young child, books were my best friends. Outside of school, life was not perfect, and I could escape to a better world and be happy. I have to admit, the Harry Potter books took me places as a kid; I was addicted. Don’t worry, my addiction didn’t go that far. You wouldn’t have seen me in a wizards’ costume, waiting for the book release party to begin at midnight. Shoot, no way! Of course, my parents never allowed me and my siblings to do much, but if I was allowed to go out, I would have stayed home–safe. Now that I am older, my love for literature has grown to where I write fiction of my own. So, if you share a similar story, you will enjoy this blog, so explore and read, read, read!
P.s. Coming soon: Book Reviews!
You should only be ashamed of failing at failing. It takes guts to attempt the impossible and even more to do it all over again and again.—
Jamie Compton (@jamie11710) February 12, 2014