This year, I am challenging my self to read 65 books.
I choose 65 because it was Mama’s age when she died.
Each of the 65 books that I will read will be my homage to her.
I always tell people that I find people who don’t read books boring. I know, I am a snob.
But I think books are the most wonderful thing in this world.
How else can we live the lives of others if we don’t read?
How else can we travel to exotic places?
How else can our minds grow, our ideas come to life, and ourselves to be inspired if we don’t read?
I pray that in the 65 books that I will choose this year, there will be stories or lines that will remind me of my mom. I hope the lines I will read will let me remember all the lessons she taught me. I hope to cry, to finally cry uncontrollably to release all the pain that still doesn’t want to come out of me. I hope to smile, to laugh, and to remember.
I hope that all the 65 books will be able to do that.
If not, there’s always next year.