Why write about books

You deserve trickles of love from kindred hearts and strangers’ souls.


A botched paint project. I have been in the learning zone with watercolors since forever, and am finally accepting that hot pressed paper is my game.

A botched paint project. I have been in the learning zone with watercolors since forever, and am finally accepting that hot pressed paper is my game.

Why I write

So I love books, am a passionate patron of public libraries, love to browse my friends’ personal collections of books, and what a fulfilling experience it is to finally put my thoughts about storytelling and writing into words.

I write mainly to myself, but how awesome would it be if you also get something out of it.

Rapture or Rupture

I had a major that was heavy on textual analysis, author intent, and about discussing texts in and outside of their contexts in a classroom setting. Maybe that experience alone should make me prone to love the concept of book clubs: small intimate settings meant to contemplate different aspects of a novel. A novel’s: form, narrative structure, literary props and devices, themes and motives, the writer, their contemporary society, character development.

As it is, I don’t particularly feel the urge to join one. Having met many book lovers since then I’ve come to realize the difference in geeking out over a novel and exploring its many nuances with someone who holds it dear, and going into deep ends with someone for whom reading and exploring is merely a part of their daily mental exercise.

Kin of my Kin

Oddly enough I entered many a classroom thinking I knew how to read, I mean I was a lover of books and storytelling from an early age. I did however leave the classroom each time with the discovery there are many ways to read, it depends on the lenses you use, your position in society and what kind of understanding you apply to the written word.

Dissecting a story and exploring the elements that make up a story, is neither a blessing nor an act of disservice for me. It is more in the line of a culinary experience. My literary taste buds are being challenged, my emotions stirred and at times, my heart is moved. In such instances I merely want to know if it’s the flavor, the texture, certain components and to what degrees the Chef’s skill determines the (u)favorable execution of the dish.

I want to know if I did find a kindred heart, across time, space, cultural setting, vocation, age, language, gender and ethnicity.