You know, I’m a seasoned reader. I’ve explored all types of content — horror, thriller, biopic, fantasy, love stories, crime, detective, psychological — and I’ve read almost all the critically acclaimed old paperbacks by foreign writers, including most Nobel Prize-winning authors.
I was sent to a boarding school at 11, and there we had no entertainment except friends and library books. I’ve been reading for the last 10 years — 1,197 books, with a few on digital platforms — but none that I’d want to revisit, even though some were good. I’ve never really cried reading a love story, except Love Story by Erich Segal.
I started reading love stories only after leaving boarding school when I lost access to the library. In college, I lacked time and a good library, so digital platforms became my new source. Although I didn’t enjoy it much, it was free — so I didn’t complain. Some stories were disappointing, with weak female leads or poor writing, lacking character development. Eventually, I stopped reading online because the content didn’t match my taste.
