We Are Like This Only.

I am not an extremely stubborn girl by nature. Only a mild one. The first ever book  (and not comics) I read was a children's version of Gandhiji's autobiography. I became an ardent fan. But later I felt extremely dissapointed when I found out that Gandhiji's stories DID NOT come in series. So I shifted base to 'Amar Chitra Katha'. (Till date I refuse to worship any deity that does not resemble those depicted in the series.)

After exhausting every single title ever published in the aforementioned series, I went on to read ( and I STILL staunchly stand by them) Enid Blyton. I have lost count how many times I have read and re-read all of the books ever written by her.

Then came THE 'Harry Potter' phenomenon, and I went down hook, line and sinker. My mother actually hid the books to stop me from reading them for the 65th time.

 After Harry grew up and had children (Yuck! I hated the ending.), arrived Edward Cullen in all his vampire glory. I like to think that the only person more obsessed with Edward Cullen than Bella, was me. (Clearly, I was wrong, judging by the Avogadro's Number of websites dedicated to him alone.)

Finding no other compelling fantancy to get addicted to, I turned to Classics. I loved Pride and Prejudice ( Oh Mr. Darcy!), Jane Eyre ( both the protagonists were ugly), Rebecca ( I like Rebbeca in Rebecca rather than the weepy girl who narrates the story.), Emma (she is a brat, like me), The Secret Garden (No, idea why since it doen' have romance.) and too many others. (I avoided the Russians. Very Depressing.)

 Very soon I got bored of propriety (yes, that word is a darling with all the classics.), I wanted something fast paced and thrilling.

Sydney Sheldon.

It was all things non-classic. It was full of twisted mysteries, intrigue, and a generous dose of  don't-read-that's-ADULT. By that time I had actually managed to hunt out few souls who liked being within 10m of a book. So, all of us devoured Sydney Sheldon like there was no tommorrow. (BTW  that's one of the titles I think). And then came 3-months worth of summer holidays (No, that's no a book, that's summer holidays. Duh!) I had no idea I had a supporter and a friend in the second-hand (and pirated) bookseller. He took pity on me and pointed out a Julie Garwood title (Rebellious Desire. Haha!) I went through the first fifty pages tentatively, then the next thing I knew was I had  3GB worth of corny romance novels. Every author, every title possible. But, it doesn't include our beloved M&B.

If I write anymore my boss will kill me for neglecting work for the past 2 hrs (actually it was supposed to be submitted an hour ago).

But...whatever. We Are Like This Only.