Books: My Early Days With The Books

Hye there....peace be upon you.


I went back to my hometown several days ago.

My old habit came back.

Since I was a little girl, I like to go through things in the house.


To me, the very same book collection in the house seems to change over time.

During my early days, I felt that they were not interesting at all. No picture, no colour, nothing.

Just boring, meaningless words dancing on yellow, worn pages. Thick and boring. Worn and weird smelling.

Huh, not my type, I would mumbled to myself.