If there's something about me that most people do not know about - or that they really don't care knowing about (lol) - that would be my passion for books. Looking back when I was twelve, Meg Cabot really had me with the Princess Diaries Series, and that in fact made me think that each day of my life was as adventuresome as Princess Mia's, only that I refused to write my sentiments in a diary. No regrets though for I know that if I didn't, that diary would be very silly, rather than poignant. Meg Cabot through The Princess Diaries Series ignited the spark in me to collect and read books, and also introduced me the concept of the "world within this world".
Isn't it funny how an hour or two of reading a good book makes us feel like we're traveled into another dimension of the world where we bring non-existing characters into life, and we become stirred to their emotions and feel for a certain moment that we live up their lives?
It's none of my intention to praise Meg Cabot and her greatness but I thought looking back to where it all began is a part of living who we are today. And who wouldn't anyway? Cabot writes her novels in less than a couple of months, considering that each novel really leaves a mark on everyone's heart.
Unfortunately for me, just this Eid holiday, we spent a day visiting the largest floating bookfair in the world - Logos Hope - and I didn't get to find this best-selling fiction author. If truth be told, there was actually a little range of choices for fictions but the other way around for classics. So I've just gotten myself 'Emma' by Jane Austen.