What do I read?

Many. You can check it out at my goodreads.com page. Well, it’ not like I’ve read a thousand books or what. Not yet. And, that’s not my point anyway.

I’m not talking about the quantity, either the quality, I guess. I’ve posted about the amount of books I’ve read.

I simply want to find out what I’ve been reading. And, why.

Lately, I read more non-fictions than I did before. Why? Simply because my ex-boss had so many of them and He made me read some.

Yes, at first, it was more like an obligation. But then, I found some fun in it. So, I read other non-fictional or text or how-to books without my boss telling me to.

Fiction. I’ve always loved fiction. The feeling of being the character of the story is so good. You feel the gasp when things don’t work out with her (I always prefer books whose main character is a she). You can shed a tear (or more) when she’s sad. You can even fall in love with the man she does.

Amazing, isn’t it?

But, there is something funny. I thought I would love chicklits because of that lady-character-preference. But, I don’t really, unless it’s so touching or has a little bit of enlightment.

I’d rather read children books–or pre-teen ones that I’ve been founding lately. Reading books on young people makes me look back at my childhood. Some can even help me figure out what I felt back then that I didn’t understand.

Reading, for me, can be both enlighting and entertaining, or simply either one. It reflects on the books I’ve read and my opinion on them.

Why suddenly I write about books again anyway?

Well, I guess, it’s because I’ve just read a book that is neither entertaining nor enlighting. In a way, it’s too dark. It’s, for me, even…too silly.

And, I had to laughed at myself because of that…reading such a silly book.

I could have just put it down, but I kept reading. A very quick reading and lots of skipping. Why finishing a book I didn’t like? Normally, I would have just closed the book and put it somewhere unseen.

I was…well, to be honest, kind of curious of how it would end.  How the last pages could be any sillier than the first ones. Hahaha!

I have to admit, sometimes I judge a book by its cover. And, this time, it got me!