Curiosity did not kill the cat
I have always had memories of myself reading. I was barely six years old and I can still clearly see my father with a comic under his arm when he came home from work. It was without a doubt the best of gifts. I remember reading and re-reading it many times, without losing any of my enthusiasm or excitement. Then a few books came and went through the same process, until finally my feet entered a public library. What a paradise that was! I could not describe how grateful I felt to be able to borrow books and read them for free. I could not afford it, yet the world was now at my feet.
And so my teenage years passed and I got to university. My reading habits were torn between the Spanish novels of my free time and the articles and texts in English that my studies demanded. One of my best allies at that time was the college librarian, it could not have been any other way. It was awesome of him to let me in and choose the books by myself. Me, high, overcrowded shelves and a notebook and pen as my only weapons. There were no photocopies, just a huge willingness to learn and to find the right information.
Later the internet and new technologies turned up, but deep down I will always be a paper geek. I have never read a book unless it is on paper. For me a book is a treasure, and I love to treasure books on my shelves, in a nostalgic evocation of my feelings inside a public library. And although nowadays my pace of life does not allow me to read as many novels as I would like, I am still the curious cat, eager to learn and I do not pass up the opportunity to inquire information on any subject I hear or see that sparks in my mind. The Internet is now my personal "paradise", but I will never stop expanding my traditional library.
