Fiction v nonfiction. How did I even start to like non fiction?
I attended a boarding school that had a library that contained tons of fiction books. When we were in session, I read a lot. I read during my free time, during my prep hours, during classes. If the book was captivating, I read into the night after lights out, knowing full well that if my class supervisor caught me I was in trouble. And I got in trouble many times I picked my first self help book during my summer break after SS1. When I was at home for the break, I didn’t have access to as many fiction books. Most of the ones available belonged to my mum and aunty, and they were, my mother said, ‘not for my age.’ I had read the other few during previous breaks, so this break, I was left with none. My parents got a few I could read, about 2 books a break but it was just too little. 2 days and I’m done. My parents also had a ‘no-phones-in-sec-school’ policy, so I didn’t have access to e-book apps. I had no other choice for something to read, so I picked up my first self-help(ish) bo...