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Kazloumy

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About Kazloumy

  • Birthday 03/04/1976

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    Faking Friends by Jane Fallon
  • Gender
    Female
  • Location:
    North West England
  • Interests
    Reading (obviously), music, interfering in my kids’ lives, correcting grammar on social media, learning anything interesting and new (through DIY tutorials on YouTube or watching a good historical drama) and hopelessly trying to learn to knit (years of trying to no avail)

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I was an avid reader as a child. I grew up in a household that didn’t look at, feel and smell books as I did. I always looked at them adoringly. They were my friends and for the first 16 years of my life, the pages I relied on, to educate me and the ways of the world. 
Adolescent boys then interfered with that notion. So used to reading about love and relationships, I thought I knew it all and was swept away with the thought of finally being the heroine of one of my cherished books. It feels ridiculous to admit that now and write it down.

I became a mother in my teens (I know, how cliche?) and went on to have 3 children in total, all before I turned 26. For nearly 12 years I didn’t pick up a book I wanted to read. My outings to the library consisted of 3 children pulling me towards the books of my youth and I could only feel sadness when I looked at them. My perspective had changed and because of the excuses in my head, I avoided the fantasy, romance, contemporary books I took so much enjoyment from as a child. I had no time. When did I have time to sit down and read? Also, what would I read? I had been so out of touch for years. I didn’t think I had the brain capacity to take on a book that didn’t have pictures in it.

It was Harry Potter that changed that. After reading the Philosophers Stone to my kids at bedtime, I found myself carrying on when it was dark and quiet. I was there, alongside Harry, Ron and Hermione. I was caught up in their lives and rooting for them every step of the way. I was hooked....again. It started small and took a long time, but eventually, I was back to myself. I bought book shelves. Scoured charity shops, WH Smith and libraries and became a woman on a mission. I was hungry for knowledge, for comfort and for friendship. At last, I found it. I will always have to thank J.K. Rowling for igniting that fire once again. 

 

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