Re-reading Ian Fleming's James Bond

I would like to return to my reading habit. And I don’t mean random articles on the internet.

ACTUAL BOOKS.

I realise that I get turned off with reading when I force myself to read books that I want to be reading but don’t really enjoy. E.g. Infinite Jest.

I have learnt from this and decided to instead return to old favourites and reignite the spark of my love of reading that helped me survive my misshapen childhood at the hands of my surly father and enabling mother. Many people say this but books saved my life and made me who I am today. Due to the lack of attention and understanding from my parents, I am a sum of all the personalities I have known through the characters in the books that I have read.

I am starting this month with Ian Fleming’s Bond series. I started that back when I was 19, borrowing tattered copies from the local library and reading them while carefully sipping at one grande-sized mocha at Starbucks, a luxury.

Even though my life is kinda mediocre (not that I am complaining), my brain is filled with the ideas of becoming a invulnerable spy on my way to save the world or espionage. Bond is fictional, I know, but very very smart. I am not that smart even though I’d like everyone to think I am.

Reading Casino Royale before the movie came out gave me a very clear objective opinion on how limited movies are despite their huge budgets. A film, no matter how large a budget it has, can never be as good as the imagination you have (unless you have none, which is such a sad pity).

My mind is always speed-running, as if I am trying to finish Breath of the Wild in 5 minutes. It only get better when I started myself on medication. Now it moves normally which means I can enjoy life peacefully without feeling like I am exploding.

Back on the topic on Bond. He is the definition of who my imaginary self would become in another parallel universe. I would spend a lot of time thinking about this OTHER life. To be more. To be more than my current life. Perhaps I am one of the many out there who have delusions of grandeur while we stick to normal, human lives that are not written by a former spy.

Well let me get back to reading and listening to Casino Royale