Why do I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulder? Why I feel like when people close to me are sad, I automatically feel sorry and sad for them? I need to know why “strange” people are drawn towards me. I need to understand why I think this way. I once told myself, I can not just let this drown me. Stories that is s surreal that when you hear it, you probably wouldn’t believe me. And a stash of hard-cover and paper back books about self-help here at home. I have a library of kindle and ebooks about all sorts of self-help, psychology, and other books that I feel like speaks for me. I love books about self-help and those general knowledge books (e.g encyclopedia, atlas). I do really like books that will give me information that I can use for my everyday life. Maybe novels are not for me (for now at least). I struggled finishing “The Alchemist” and other novels that we have here at home. I am not a big fan of reading novels and short-story books. I don’t think I am a hardcore book-worm but I do love books. I don’t know if there is a standard process when reviewing a book so I’ll just write it based on how I think I should write it. This is the first book I will review and post publicly.
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