September 20, 2015
I love reading; it has to be my first love. My earliest memory of reading has to be of Charlie and the chocolate factory, the Harry Potter Series and Charlotte’s Web in my mother’s closet which served more like the sanctuary of me and my toys. The one thing that I realized quiet young was how books would describe women; how her eyes sparkled when she smiled, that corner of her lips always showed a sign of distrust. And if I ever write a book, I’d make the protagonist a lover of scarlet lip.