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Note: I started writing lengthy, detailed reviews in late 2020. Take everything I said before then with a grain of salt, please.
Hey there, I'm Heba, aNote: I started writing lengthy, detailed reviews in late 2020. Take everything I said before then with a grain of salt, please.
Hey there, I'm Heba, and I'm tired all the time and usually tend to impulse read.
Add me as a friend and talk books with me; I'm all for it. I love getting into heated discussions about my favorite novels.Don't add me if our tastes aren't similar and we have only 3 books in common, or if you're not active on this site and are a ghost member. It's annoying and creepy and I don't want to be your friend. If our tastes aren't similar or you like reading reviews, just go ahead and follow me!
Now, more about me... The truth is I have a very complicated relationship with reading. Books were there for me when no human was, even my own family. I don't have much in common with my family, and the older I get, the more apparent this becomes. So at times when I was struggling to fit in even in my own home, books were there through thick and thin. But occasionally, I can't even pick up a book, my brain translating every word into mush. I can go months without having the desire to read, instead binge-watching movies and shows like it's nobody's business (which it isn't). I would analyze and examine every aspect of the film, a wave of obsessive reading passing me by. And then it happens, I suddenly grow an interest in the stack of books by my bed, most of them long overdue library loans, and I start to read. And I read until I no longer can. These obsessive-reading moods wash over me sporadically. I can't control them. But what keeps me going is that through everything happening in my life, whatever movie I can't stop thinking about, whatever show I can't see more of, there is a part of me that knows, I will, sooner or later, come back to the only real friend I've ever had my entire life: books....more
