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My love for books started once upon a time. My best friends were Hansel and Gretel, Cinderella, Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs, Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, The Little Match Girl, Goldilocks and the Three Bears and oh I had so many imaginary friends from far, far away. I was three.

One of my earliest memories was opening a huge pink tote bag full of fairy tale books from my dad.  As far as I can remember, I prefer going to the 3-storey building of National Bookstore to shopping at SM Department Store or Rustan's in Cubao. I was a bookworm even before I became a shopaholic!

As the years passed and with the seasons of my life constantly changing, naturally my interest went from little princess stories to teenage books, science-fiction, mystery and historical romance novels, more mature books, autobiographies, self-help books, leadership books, inspirational books and oh my maturity level is now starting to show. I'm Thirty-three.

Times have changed and technology has been rapidly advancing but I am still and will remain an old school bookworm who loves to curl up, read and smell hardbound and paperbacks with a cup of tea on a lazy afternoon. 




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