I started to read, finally:-) How weird of that!!!! No, I am not bored, I was just up to the point where I wanted to do something to sharpen my skills of writing. Or, maybe more accurately speaking, I want to get some more inspiration for the way how I talk or write about the things in a reality or wherever they are. I was compelled to do so, by how I feel about myself everyday, and that where I am, really is not satisfying me. I wanted more.

I borrowed a Romance novel by Kelly Cherry “We can still be friends”. But it’s not the only book in my hands. I also borrowed a crime novel from my colleague, which is Peter Robinson’s “Piece of My Heart”. Kelly has the poetic way to describe the reality. She is a great player of the language, giving the reader an opportunity to get into the mental world of the characters. While Peter is totally different, just from what I read for the first 3 pages. Of course he is, otherwise I wouldn’t enjoy this world so much.

But to be honest, I don’t know what I am seeking from the book, and neither do I know what I am going to learn from them. I thought reading could be a pretty good way to go. There is nothing better than learning something without pain or the hard feelings, or the nagative experience of draining all your energy out. Reading runs your sub-consciousness to gain what you want to gain, however never hurt the good intention of learning itself.