Then, too, her imagination was full of pictures…scenes where he and she had been together.CHARLOTTE BRONTË
Hey there! Allow me to reintroduce myself to all of you lovely new readers who have been kind enough to join me here recently. ❤
I have been many things in my life so far–an academic, an assistant, a project manager, a wife, a mother–but the first thing I ever identified as was a reader. If I don’t have a book in my hand or my purse or stowed away in my son’s stroller, then I don’t really know who I am. Without words and stories, and the characters who have shaped me in immeasurable ways and become my very best friends, I wouldn’t be half the woman I am today. My life has been, and continues to be, a love letter to literature.
I’ll never forget the day my grandfather took me into a bookstore for the first time and told me to pick out any book I wanted to take home. Or the day I walked into my small town’s library for the first time and realized I could explore as many fictional worlds as I wanted, for free. Or the day I closed the spine of Charlotte Brontë’s “Jane Eyre” and knew I would never be the same again, felt that those words jotted down by a woman hundreds of years earlier would forever change me.
Nowadays, I’ll read anything and everything–non-fiction texts about mindfulness and mental health (another of my great passions!), traditional Victorian romances, poetry collections in my second language French–you name it, and I have devoured it, or plan to. One thing I know is that, no matter what turn my life takes, my books are coming with me as every single one I read makes some indelible mark on my heart.
I’m nothing without words–I wouldn’t ever want to live a life without them!
– janille n g