Just walking through a bookstore would make me go weak in the knees. The way they are all so tidy, so perfect, so neatly stacked on the shelves. It was always a treat for me to go buy new books. I was in my early twenties when my boyfriend at the time, really fired up this passion in me. He would buy me books … a whole whack at a time and I would be thrilled as he gives them to me one at a time. I would lay them out on my bed every time I’m done with a book to decide which one is next.

Then I moved to Europe, and I had access to these huge bookstores. I remember this wonderful bookstore in Florence that I went to often while living there. I would grab whatever I could find in English. I was buying in bulk every time I went to London! Then I discovered Amazon.com and when I moved to Canada, there was no stopping me.

Books Are My Best Friend... Not DiamondsMy interests changed along the way. I started with novels when still in school. At university, I would read the required books even before the semester had started and I loved it whether it was “The Epic of Gilgamesh” or “The Pedagogy of the Oppressed” or “Lord of the Flies”.

Then I drifted into human evolution and psychology for quite a number of years.Until a few years ago, it’s been more about business related topics from sales to marketing to managing money and everything in between. Now I’m into reading about humanitarian work, biographies and books like “Half The Sky”…a must read for anyone who wants to make a difference in the world and needs a starting point. Now I read books that help me develop as an empowerment coach so I’m better equipped to serve my clients.

My mother told me that the books I read corrupt my mind. I agree that they have done something radical to my mind, but it sure wasn’t corruption. It’s all the books I read, the inspiration they give me and all the people I surrounded myself with all my life that account for what and where I am now. And for that I am most grateful.

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