January 07 – 3 books. ONLY! Ok, I have to catch up with lots of reading, if I want to achieve my goal. Um….I haven’t set up any goal. Right. Read a blog somewhere that there is a challenge going on – 12 books per year. Someone else set 30 books per year. Book reading is supposed to be enjoyed leisurely, eh? But if I don’t give myself a goal, there is no sense of achievement, eh? There is so much pressure going around already, do I need to give myself another one? Anyway….ok, ok, then let’s make it at 12-30 books per year. Shouldn’t be hard to achieve. Maybe towards the 
end of the year, I can read short fictions to make up the number? Ha. Who am I trying to cheat?
The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella. This is the first chit lit book that I read for this year. After a few pages, I thought of giving it up. Have been reading so much of science fictions, fantasies, memoirs and thrillers, books like this doesn’t seems to attract me anymore. Just like those Danielle Steel’s and Judith McNaught’s novels that I have given up since secondary school.
But I continued reading, as you may have guessed. It might not be that bad, since 2 friends have enjoyed it. And they usually read deep, detailed, super-English stuff, mind you. Ok, so I finished it. Happy ending. Expectable. Ironically, I enjoyed it.
Guess every lady, maybe men too, has a desire buried deep inside us to leave everything we have now, shut ourselves from everyone that we know, get to somewhere where not a single soul knows us, start a new life, find love and live happily ever after. That is running away from pressure, from responsibilities, from reality, you say. Or maybe we just want to be adventurous, like many characters in the books and movies, but too much concerns that we dare not take a single step into the unknown. Whatever reasons, we sure have our secret dreams. Good for those who have dared and achieved them. Courage to those who are still considering. Right. What am I babbling here?!
Ok, back to the book. I have forgotten the on-cloud-9 feeling that I had till I read this book. It has been a long time. The feeling is …um…nice. Hahaha. No wonder it was a bestseller. If I have time, I may pick up all those love novels again. Let me finish my thrillers and others first. 
