I read a lot. Books are my preferred company when on the train. I would consider my taste for books, a trust-worthy measure, despite my unavoidable developed eccentricity toward certain kinds of books above others.

I do love reading. Reading for me is a passion I developed late in life and yet, to say it left me unchanged is an understatement. Reading has rocked my world. When I was first swept away by Duma and Hugo, I did not know that I would never be able to uncomplicate my far complicated life.

I've read gems, nuggets, treasures and garbage. I've also read books that taste like nothing but what it literally is: paper. Some books on the other hand are glamourous gastronomic pleasures that make you tear for thousand times more. Reading opened a sixth sense that could never be satiated. Occassionally, there'll be a book that would come close to that. Michael Gates Gill's book "How Starbucks Saved My Life" is a book that comes close. It was so easy to read. My biggest complaint against the book was that it finished so fast.

"How Starbucks Saved My Life" was such a touch of reality and a joy to read that I had to write a little something about it:

Thank you, Michael Gates Gill for sharing your story!