Teller vs. reader. Sometimes being a reader feeds you so much that the idea of being a teller is overwhelmingly exciting. Books are one of the fastest and most enjoyable sources of happiness for me. Maybe even one of the oldest ways.
I can’t say that books have always been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Among my childhood memories, I am not only happy when surrounded by books. It was just a few years before high school that I started getting intimate with books. I remember that I couldn’t get out of the book with excitement even when I was waiting for guests at home. I guess a few specific stories from that time drew me into the world of reading.
As I get older, I realize that when I look back. I think it’s a little difficult for me to make friends and I’m much more comfortable with the tiny social group I have. I think the dominance of this aspect of my character made it easier for me to be buried among the books. The pleasure of being a part of that story while reading, sometimes that familiarity and sometimes the feeling of being a part of a completely different world.
Even though things changed during my life, I always remained in the middle of the books in some way. I didn’t really realize it at the time but reading excited me about writing and expressing my feelings by writing. Without realizing it, I had actually started writing in the flow.
The stories I read were not always stories, you can understand from my long educational adventure that I am a person who loves to read. I consider myself a very enthusiastic writer of books, stories, and almost anything you can think of about “reading”. My passion for writing comes from the immense nurturing pleasure I get from reading and researching. No matter how much I wandered around that love, I found myself reading and writing here again. There is so much more for all of us to both researches and read!