It's quarter past one in the morning and I am still awake.
I have been reading things about the author Jane Austen, one of my favorite authors.
I have just realised that I love her books. All of them! I only tend to cry when it's something that has to do with music or dance. Never have I cried thinking of art of written work! I have just realised it just moments ago. I was a little teary-eyed. Now I am starting to realise the beauty of it. I appreciate and recognise the writing talent of people. I have many books in my shelf but I was not really into this whole book thing until now. I mean, I like books, I really do. But this time, it feels like it is something more than that. You know the feeling when you really like something and you are really eager to know more about it? Probably become quite obsessed with it? I am starting to realise all these things and I am afraid my room will be filled with books in no time. I have just ordered two books and I can't wait to read them!
No comments:
Post a Comment