I don’t enjoy pointing out the truth to myself but I have come to the bus-stop of honesty and facing the world. This writing thing does not feel as though it’s for me. Maybe I’m lacking a little confidence and I may know why indeed.
I was telling my lecturer that I used to read books like a mother. All my afternoons would be spent in the library- reading Danielle Steel (as lame as she is) and reading all the magazines on the shelf. I want to read again though! I was listening to my lecturer and mentor talking in the seminar room and I swear; whenever he speaks of writing and reading, I want to run out and grab the nearest magazine simply because I can read it. Bu all of this got me thinking about losing the habit of reading and how much of a funeral it would be should we lose books. I’m twenty-years old but I know for sure that I have to get myself a reading card just for the sake of making sure that I read.
I never thought I’d actually buy myself a book until I got Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert and I remember thinking, “geez, if I don’t get through this book, there goes my one hundred and fifty rands!
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