I love to read. Maybe I’m strange to confess this, since this is a world of technology with a generation of young men and women whose sole source of entertainment is a smart device. Rarely do I see ‘reading’ listed as a hobby, instead eyes prefer to be glued to a LCD display where sound and visual stimuli enchant our sons and daughters with its magic instant means of gratification.

I love to read. For me reading is not only a source of entertainment, but a place where I could escape from the drudgery of life.

I read all genres. I love the thrill of action adventure, the intensity of suspense, but I also enjoy the passion of romance which continues to compel me with its ability to make me feel good about life and myself.  In my world of romance, I am able to journey to places I can only dream of visiting. I’ve sailed along the canals of Venice, skied on the slopes of the Alps, and danced under a crescent Paris moon.

I’ve always seen a book as a story of an individual’s journey of self-discovery. In the stories I write, I want to introduce readers to heroes and heroines who are just like they are, imperfect and slightly flawed, who because of circumstances in their lives are forced to confront who they are. I expect to see them develop as characters who can be admired and who we aspire to be like. I want my characters to be good people.

I’m still one of those individuals who believe that a person’s life is made better and richer when he or she discovers the joy of reading. I’m sure those of you who are reading have experienced the thrill that comes when you turn the first pages of that book you purchased in the bookstore two minutes ago and have already reading the first chapter before you turn the ignition to head on home.

I’m one who believes that we were destined to be readers. Unfortunately, not everyone feels that way. Sadly, they don’t know what they’re missing.

I Love Reading...