Once upon a time, I was an 8 years old girl who discovered the joy of reading. As a girl I read countless fairytales that took me into a happy cheerful fantasy world. But as I reached the age of 10, school friends thought I was weird for not liking to watch TV. So to be part of the group, I abandoned my books and got glued to the TV set forgotten all about my beautiful princesses, handsome princes and wonderful castles.
But fate works in a wonderful way. In late 2012 I bought a novel. It took me 4 months to actually start reading it, but once I was done I was once again smitten by the wonderful world of literature. But since growing up, I rather read dark, disturbing, heartbreaking books because even though it hurts, it hurts so good.