Not a lot of people know this about me, but I’m actually a bookworm at heart. As a primary school girl in Singapore, I spent most of my afternoons at the Bedok community library. Back then, the most important thing in my wallet wasn’t my money but my library card. I’d borrow four books at a time, always making sure that I was prompt in returning them before their due date.
My parents were always one to spoil me with books. Growing up, I was only allowed to choose one toy from Toys”R”Us and one pretty dress from Isetan. But MPH and Borders — two of the then well known bookstores of Singapore — were heaven for me. Most kids liked being left at the playground areas of the mall, but nope, I was pretty different.
I was the one running towards the bookstore, hand clasped around my parents’ telling them to hurry up because I saw the newest books of Enid Blyton on display at the window.
I was the one begging them to leave me at the bookstore, after promising that I wouldn’t talk to strangers, and that I’d stay in one spot with a handful of books to read.
It’s funny how old habits die hard — if they really do die at all. Twenty-one years of age and I’m still the same bookworm that I once was, only now I’ve learned to balance that with social gatherings and Forever21 shopping trips.
I have to admit though, there’s still that familiar rush of excitement whenever I enter a Fully Booked store — especially the branches located in Eastwood and High Street. My eyes still skim through titles with my fingers following daintily along, as if touching the cover of a book were to impart a bit of magic upon my soul.
Twenty-one years of age and I’m still longing to be a kid in elementary school, one who won’t be judged if she sits, bum flat on the floor, with a tower of books next to her knee.
Last year, I made an investment to save up for a Kindle, allowing myself more space in my room. It’s quite a best friend of mine really and I could spend an entire day getting lost in my treasury of ebooks — most of which have been given to me by generous friends. It’s because of my Kindle that I’ve developed a habit for noting titles I’d like to read in the near future. All I have to do is look for them online (Amazon gift cards are a blessing) and wait for them to appear.
It’s different for classics and coffee table books, of course. Now those are what my trips to Fully Booked are for. I actually think I can form a coffee table with the amount of books I already have. Now that’s what you call intellectual stimulation! (Or you know, maybe hoarding.)
Next up on my list are these babies:
Time to save up some more, Roxci!