"Do you like reading novels? Must you be sensitive to her? "
"As far as I know, people who like to read this soul's novel!"
That's a few sentences I remember when I tell someone I like to read or see is reading a novel. Am I a sensitive person? Am I this soul? The answer is not at all. I am neither soul nor sensitive. I'm just interested in reading. So what's wrong if I read the novel?
My reading interest has been potted since childhood. When I was five, I could read it. That's all my uncle's teaching (a teacher) who might just want to fill his spare time after school. Thankfully for the outcome, I can read it well even though I have not set foot to kindergarten.
At that time, I started to read a lot of short stories that were available at home. Although it's just fun and influenced by the illustrations illustrated in the book, but that's where the starting point of my interest in this reading world.
When I was married, I started reading Enid Blyton's works translated into Malay. Siri Hadi, Seven Investigators, Five Investigators and many more such stories have become my readers. From those books, my reading interest became more and more intense. Every night, I will definitely spend a book before going to bed. Fortunately I was because Opah I (then I was sleeping with Opah) was also very fond of reading such books. In fact, at least, I've uncovered Opah's cupboards just to get books that I save. That was how I was at that moment.
Going into primary school, I'm getting a lot better reading. I often borrow a story from my friends to read other than to the resource center for borrowing a book. At that time, I also stole out the books I liked from the school resource center. Well, I can only borrow two books a week. For me, two books are not enough. I can spend both within a day, so bringing out three or four books is enough for a week of reading at home or school. Until now many of my school resource center books are in the bookshelf at home. As a result of reading madness as well, I've been subjected to discipline teachers who coincidentally through the corridors of my class when I was busy reading behind while the teacher was teaching in front. The brain when recalled this event. But the incident did not break my reading interest. I was still reading in the classroom when the teacher taught. As a result, my monthly test would unsatisfied. hahaha 😉💖
Entering high school, my reading materials are growing. At that time I started reading novels izz alejendara 'sungguh aku gilakan kau', siti khadijah 'pewaris takhta cinta' , aalia iman ' jika mawar pudar warna " and more works of the work. So crazy , I could spend 300-500 pages in just one day. Reject homework, firstly work out in the evening. this novel should be spent first. Because I was often at the school resource center, I was noticed by a resource center teacher and was appointed a library supervisor. It was just that when becoming a library supervisor I was no longer stealing books and novels. Well, I can pick up the date when I want to return the book and follow me how many books I want to borrow. Interesting is not it? The result of this reading enthusiasm, when I was in the form five, I became the chairman of the library supervisor. Well, my interest in reading this at least causes a "title" post for me to write in the testimonials and the certificate of dropping out of school.
Reading this seems like putting me in the real of the novel. It's as if I'm watching every treatment and listening to every conversation written. Amazing is not right? Reading a novel can put us in a mysterious area that is difficult to disclose unless we read it ourselves.
But now, it's all just one memory for me. The busy of studying at university plus the burden of assignments given by lecturers (for knowledge, my course is rarely giving me free time) causes me to rarely sit at a corner holding the novel and disappear in my own realms. Until now I missed the times when books became loyal friends in bedtime and my free time.
So, did the novel read it to be a mistake to a woman that you might be condemned to your favorite? Slap your breasts to taste . If I take heart upon my old friend curse, am I now where I am standing now?yours sincerely :
nur farrisha hanis binti aziz
