After that fateful meeting with Jiwa Rasa, it got me thinking. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Since I started blogging, I hardly read books anymore. Nevermind that I have a stack of bestsellers in my apartment in Penang that I got at a bargain and has been collecting dust for a couple of years already. Back in the early days, reading blogs was fun. Bloggers blogged then because they had a story to tell. Now, I would be hard pressed to find a blog that could entice me to go back for more.
I want to get back to the habit of reading again, not blogs but paperbacks. There is a sense of pleasure and mystery in holding a book, smelling the sometimes overpowering scent of pulp and the sensuality in turning the pages one after another. First things first, I am going to finish Tuesdays with Morrie, that is if I remember where I put it. I was halfway through when, somehow, other things took priority over it, and I lost the momentum to continue reading.
After I am done with that book, I would love to read stories written in Bahasa Malaysia. That is one of the only two languages that I am able to read and it has been the longest time since I read a book in that language. It would be such a waste to allow my linguistic skills in the national language slowly rot away. Jiwa Rasa, any suggestion?