Saturday, May 31, 2008  How I Became a Reader of Books  My
friends have the impression that I am 'serious' or 'heavy'
reader. They think this because my reading list these days tends
towards mostly classic or serious literature, terribly boring
current affairs books or Sahara dry philosophy or psychology
books. What I found interesting about this impression is how
they imagined that in all probability I was also an avid reader
read those the entirety of Enid Blyton and Ladybird's catalogue
of books in my youth. In short, they thought my reading
development from young until now was respectable, diligent and
therefore no doubt agreeable. Little did they know that my
reading origins were quite sordid and my attitude towards books
then was quite deplorable.  Until the age of about 12, the only
books I really enjoyed were those with lots of pictures. And if
they had Donald Duck, Goofy, Pluto and Mickey Mouse in them so
much the better. It was still reading right? I mean, if a
picture told a thousand words, I was r