I grew up in a family of avid readers. We never had a television set growing up. Instead each of us would be lounging on some divan or nestled in a corner, with a fanciful book in hand, lost in dreamland. For me, library was my favorite class in school (I was a very shy child). I could escape there with Robinson Crusoe or Anne of Green Gables adventuring with them on wonderful journeys. It was a place that was my own. No one could take this away from me. I learned to read so early, that whenever it was reading hour at school, the teacher would send me to the back of the class to read on my own and not be amongst the other children.
I still read on a daily basis, whether it be fiction, the news, or design magazines. While the inner workings is what reading is really all about, I am also concerned with the design of the novel, the book binding, the engraved script on the cover, the paper used within. I love finding rare or antique books and placing them on the shelf ever so gently, aware of all the beauty that is housed within. But most importantly, whenever I purchase a new book, I know that I will page through it whether it be now or years from now and find myself disappearing into these narratives, just as I loved to do ever so much as a child.