don't know since when I started spending more time reading books... remember the first novel I nearly finished was with my friend lin's help. he read it first and narrated the events with his own words. can't even recall the name of the book, but the pictures of him telling me one story after another are still hanging there and popping up sometime as I look back at my school life. why he did that? no other reasons is better the real one, procrastination. and during my time in canada I read and almost finished another novel, believe or not, The Beach. think many of you have saw the movie. a weird bizzare twist-ur-mind kinda movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio. didn't like the movie nor the novel... and that was my only reading I had to do. now in Beijing I suddenly feel the need or I don't know, see my interest in social psychology kinda books... books that tells you how mind works, how certain ppl behave under certain mindframes. revealing it can be sometimes, to be perfectly honest. then I bought a few more to stack my desk and bury my keyboard. book recommended, intimate relationships by Sharon Stephens Brehm. enough for today. Peace...