‘Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic.’ – Albus Dumbledore

I’ve always loved reading, ever since I was a little girl. I can even remember the first ‘proper’ book I ever read when I was in primary school: The Puppy Present. It was the first book that was more than ten pages long and didn’t consist of pictures. I remember constantly picking that book to take home in my book bag every week and being extremely upset because I had to choose another.

It wasn’t until I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone that I truly fell in love with reading. I remember getting the book for my eighth birthday and I felt so grown up because it was, to me at that age, a huge novel. I was captivated by the magical world printed in the pages. I’ve read all seven Harry Potter books a hundred times – or so it seems! I’ve read them so many times that I’m on my fourth – or it could even be fifth – copy of the books, after the binding collapsed from overuse!

Since then, I’ve gone on to read as many books as I can from a wide range of authors, from John Green, Matt Haig, Veronica Roth, Stephen King, and Jodi Picoult.

Although, the older I’ve gotten (I’m 23 now), the less time I’ve had to dedicate to reading. Real life got in the way. Before I knew it, it had been over a year since I actually sat down to read a book all the way through. I joined Twitter earlier this year and discovered many up and coming authors, authors who had already published several novels that I had never heard of before, and I rediscovered authors I hadn’t heard about in years. It’s reignited the passion I have for reading. I’m finding myself falling in love with it all over again.

I’m also quite an avid blogger, and by merging both my love of reading and blogging, it has helped me to get involved in online communities and discussions, as well as introduce me to other bloggers, and thus the Paperback Adventures began!