Here’s a little something about myself.
My name’s Hyacinth and I love reading. I have an eclectic taste in books so most probably I’ll be blogging about what I have read. I actually am a frustrated writer with an emphasis on the word frustrated. Back when I was younger–around twenty years younger and had such high hopes for myself –I had actually attempted writing a book and finished like three chapters of it until I got bored of the plot and started to write another then write a chapter and stop again to move to a new one. I remember that I was in the middle of a second chapter of my suspense love story–my fifth attempt in writing–that I finally stopped. I remember telling myself at that time that I was only putting my writing ambition on hold until I’ve finally grown up. I was probably fifteen at that time. Nobody knew about my writing phase in spite of the constant noise of our portable typewriter from my bedroom. I was such a dreamer back then. But now I know better. I have come to realize that I wanted to be a writer because I loved and still love reading so much. The first novel that I’ve actually finished reading was when I was in grade four and it was A Stone for Danny Fisher by Harold Robbins. I didn’t understand half of the words I read there but understood the story. It was my Dad’s book and I saw it lying around on the coffee table so I took it to my room and read it. Had my dad known his nine-year-old would read it he wouldn’t have been so careless. He probably didn’t expect anyone at home interested enough to read it since all five of his children ranged from thirteen to four years of age. And ever since I finished that book, I started visiting my school’s library and became its regular customer.