I am wondering why am I not writing these days....and my best bud asked me the same pregunta yesterday. When I wasted time in analysing before answering,he deduced I must be reading some nice stuff and casually asked,So what are you reading nowadays?
If I told you,you might laugh.
Your problem.
I am revisiting Agatha Christie and Enid Blyton.Two authors I absolutely love.While I can never stop getting amazed at how Ms. A's mind must have conjured those not-giving mysteries,I can't stop smiling and getting transmigrated to the 'faraways tree' of Ms.E with Silky the fairy,moonface and the endearing saucepan man. Its so enchanting that I don't feel like coming back to reality and reading gore/'modern literature' or even my favorite timepass 'mills-and-boon'.
I have often been criticised for my 'trash taste in literature' and 'gory taste of realistic cinema'.
My companera de quarto even thinks that I can only handle 'fast reads'.
Probably.I just don't think that's relevant.I like what I like,and if one has to take to pretences even in what one likes...hah! that's not my kind of world.
Bye! I gotta go down the slippery-slip of the faraway tree.Moonface and silky are waiting for me!!
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