The Book of Dust

There's a pile of magazines and novels right beside my bed. And I don't seem to have enough time to read all of them, because I'm very lazy.

Ironically, my boss thinks differently.

"Azwan, you're so hardworking!"

I crinkled my forehead.

"Seriously!"

I bet she was being sarcastic. I knew she didn't mean what she said. At work, I can make everyone jealous by my laid-back attitude.

I must admit that I don't even make time to read all of my books. I’ve plenty of time to frequent a bookstore, and purchase a bulk load of books, but I have very few little time to read.

When I’m in a bookstore, I’m very passionate. I like all books. Now, I've got everything from Haruki Murakmi's, Nicholas Sparks’ to Stephenie Mayer's.

"I'm going to buy this, and this. Oh my God, this one is a great book! I'm going to read this right away. I like the front cover. And the story must be cool too. Buy this one, and my English will improve overnight!"

But none of them is actually read. To tell you the truth, my books are already covered in thick dust. And the pages have turned from whitish to yellowish. They sort of mess up, and spoil the look of my room.

I was trying try to flick through some of them at night, but I never actually get hooked. I just can’t do this. Reading is not my hobby. I’m thinking of shipping my books to my brothers and sisters at home.