Worm

People are always asking me what I read. I don't understand why some people really don't have any idea how to gently interrupt someone from reading; why they don't realize that reading for some people is just as deep as sleeping. I believe interruptions should be carried out with politeness.

So here's what I'm reading: this new bestseller by Sophie Kinsella, who is better known for her Shopaholic series which has recently been adapted into film. It's "Remember Me?", a chick-lit novel about a skaggy woman who suddenly wakes up with amnesia to find herself a filthy rich career woman. To be honest, I wasn't impressed by the overly slang first-person narrative style that the author used. I just continued reading it because it was my cousin's gift and it was quite effective in shaking away my initial lethargy before work starts. I began to enjoy the story eventually; besides, it was meant to be a light material. The clever plot and uniquely British humor made up for whatever flaws the novel had.

Anyway, I have a colleague who bought a book. She showed it to me excitedly but I was disappointed that she actually had to buy it from National Bookstore. It was Bram Stoker's Dracula; so I thought: If she really wanted to read a classic, she could have bought one from a book sale for half the price instead. But then, she really wasn't the type who looks at books as a hobby so I didn't mention my musings. When they asked about her sudden purchase, she replied, "Because I saw Anna's always reading. And she's good at her job; so I figured, if I begin reading, maybe I'll get a little better."

I never guessed being an antisocial nerd who'd rather read than talk to people-type-of-person could touch someone that way. It made me smirk. It was good revenge for all those times I was taunted and interrupted from my book.