Reading... it's more than a habit or a worn-in way of life. It is life-blood itself to some. To me. I walk from one book and into the next, as if walking a city street block by block, existing fully in each and forgetting them all. Characters, stories, intricately choreographed ballet of words make but a fade imprint in my soul, leaving nothing for memory. Yet somehow they shape me into myself. I'd like to remember and thank them for this.

In a somewhat futile attempt to defy the defects of memory, I begin this reading log. It includes synopses, critiques and my own thoughts inspired by the books that I read. I attempt to choose what can be called good literature by some convoluted definition, so others may find my writing interesting. In return, I would be grateful for reading recommendations.

I'd like to wish everyone to read, read, and remember. Good books require it. And we all require good books. At least, in my humble opinion.