#SGReading

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What is reading, but the perfect form of escapism!

I've been an avid reader for as long as I can remember.

Before I could read, I have the fondest memories of my Grandmother reading me bedtime stories from some of her favourite novels and it's a passion for adventures and stories that she installed in me.

There are way too many books to choose just one to say is my favourite as books, just like our interests and opinions are ever changing as we grow as individuals.


Reading, much like movie watching is extremely personable BUT the below three novels all came into my life at a time when I needed to read what was within their pages.

Some sparked a passion for travel and ignited in me my own desires to see the world and experience life (Cross Stitch aka Outlander.

“For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary”

― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (Cross Stitch)


While others introduced me to the world of the paranormal genre where there was no limitations to where a story could go (Bitten).


“Are you the welcoming committee? Or has Jeremy finally chained you up to the front gate where you belong?"

"I missed you too.”

― KELLEY ARMSTRONG, Bitten

And what can one say about a timeless classic such as Pride and Prejudice- for it is a turth universally acknowledged.....

“I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! -- When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.”

― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

I would love to hear what some of your favourite books and quotes are in the comments below! 💕

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trebor:
If you are not familiar with the No.1 Ladies Detective Agency series, briefly the books are set in Botswana where Alexander taught at the university there. The main character is Precious Ramotswe (known as Mma Ramotswe throughout the books). When her beloved father Obed passes away she sells some of the cattle she inherited to start the first and only female led detective agency in Botswana. | Each book usually ends with a passage where Mma Ramotswe is reflecting on life and all the things she is most grateful for. This passage comes from the end of the third book where she and her future husband Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni have climbed a small hill overlooking the village she grew up in and are looking down on the town together. | The climb did not take long, and soon they were standing on a large expanse of elevated rock, looking down on Mochudi: on the church, with its red tin roof, on the tiny hospital, where the heroic daily battle was fought with small resources against such powerful enemies, and out, over the plains to the south. The river was flowing now, broadly and lazily, winding its way past clumps of trees and bush and the clusters of compounds that made up the straggling village. A small herd of cattle was being driven along a path near the river, and from where they stood the cattle looked tiny, like toys. But the wind was in their direction, and the sound of their bells could be made out, a distant, soft sound, so redolent of the Botswana bushland, so much the sound of home. Mma Ramotswe stood quite still; a woman on a rock in Africa, which was who, and where, she wanted to be. | "Look," said Mma Ramotswe. "Look down there. That is the house where I lived with my father. That is my place". Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni looked down and smiled. He smiled, and she noticed. "I think you are feeling a bit better now, aren't you," she said. Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni nodded his head.
trebor:
One last passage to share with you from Norman MacLean's "A River Runs Through It" which is one of my favorite books I have read many times. This is the closing passage to the title story Norman wrote centered around the fly fishing trips he took with his Brother and his Father. This is one where you feel the full emotional impact from reading the entire story, but it is also profound and beautiful on its own. | Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.

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