Old Habits Die Hard

Lovely! All i did today was curl up in my armchair with Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice (and i read it of course, do you have to ask?). Hour after hour just sailed by as i was drawn deeper and deeper into the witty, nonsensical, frivolous and idle world that is the Bennets'.
I remember being this way a couple of years ago. (Reminiscing has a tendency of making you feel old,doesn't it?). Homework and chores done, i'd retreat to my room and throw myself heart and soul into the magical worlds of J.K. Rowling or J.R.R. Tolkien. In fact, so immersed would i be in the book that i often times didn't even hear my parents shouting for me.
I started reading at an early age. Or at least i'd bug my parents and grandmother to read me the same books so often that i would be able to recite the entire book word for word, even turning the pages at the right times.
Whatever happened to that girl? That couch potatoe whose second home was the book store and favourite scent was that of a newly opened book? It used to be that I could not go leave a mall without first visiting the book store, now i find myself making a beeline for MNG and Dorothy Perkins instead.
Take this morning, for instance. I turned on the tv and flipped through every channel at least twice. 30 channels and there was nothing even remotely interesting to watch. What to do? What to do? Then it hits me right smack between the eyes- i could read!!
Reading, especially fiction, has always been a huge part of my life. Give me a good book and you won't hear a peep out of me for the next two hours. Heck, if i was really bored, i would read old brochures, old newspapers used to wrap nasi lemak, even coffee table books that people buy but never seem to open. God, was i ever anti-social. More so than i am now, if you can imagine.
However, in the light of exams and knowing my own tendency to cling on to a book until the last page, i had to put my reading on the back burner. But I guess old habits die hard because as soon as they were over, I felt that poor suppressed girl within raring to sink her teeth into every novel she could lay her hands on. And this time she's ravenous. It's quite a long list she has made out, ranging from Stephen Hawking's "A Brief History of Time" to Emily Bronte's "Wuthering Heights".
And that is how i had the best day i've had for a long time. The only thing that could have made it better would be if it had rained. Maybe it will tomorrow. Now, if you'll excuse me, i hear Elizabeth Bennet tapping her feet impatiently, waiting to make a biting comeback at poor Mr. Darcy. Toodles, and in the meantime an entry once every two days isn't too bad, is it Wen Ni?