2006: I loved reading from the early age. I remember getting yelled at by my mom because of reading under the blankets with a flashlight after “lights out” at the early age of 8 or 9. At that time off course they weren’t romance books but children’s books. But at the age of 14 –I really think for most of us this was the magic age of discovering there was an enticing world of books waiting to be read– I went to the library and was mesmerized by a cover of Jude Deveraux-book (shame on me but I really can’t remember the title) and then I was truly lost. I read –no, devoured!- every historical romance I could find in the library and started buying the Candlelight-pockets. And later started buying the historical romances I had first borrowed from the library.

Unfortunately due to many circumstances I had to give up reading for a long period and even lost my precious books I had collected for years. But it proved to be an addiction you can never kick because about 8 months ago my best friend gave me a Candlelight-pocket because she hated the fact we didn’t talk historical romance anymore and that restarted something which will only stop when I die or go blind!

Those are the only two reasons that will be able to make me stop reading books ever again....

A good book to me can only be described with one word: emotions.

I don’t care if it makes me sad, happy, angry or overtook by passion but a book that doesn’t make me feel something, to me is not a good book. When I get goosebumps and that funny feeling in the back of my neck, as if someone is stroking a very sensitive spot....I know I got me a keeper no matter what emotion caused the feeling.

I haven’t been reading English for a long time, I just restarted reading at all 8 months ago and the English books kicked in about 5 monts ago. I started reading English for two reasons. The first reason was because I started reading Stephanie Laurens in Dutch and then suddenly there weren’t any more translated books from her so I turned to the original English books. The second reason is similar. There are so many good books that aren’t being translated, if you don’t want to miss them you have to read the original English books. And to be honest, I think reading a book the way it was meant to be and in it’s originally written form is way better than reading the interpretation of a translator, however good the translator may be!

My first series was Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark-Hunters. A review by a certain Dark-Huntress (thank you so much!!!) on a messageboard urged me to buy the series and I was hooked. I plunged myself into a genre I never was attracted to before and now I can’t imagine how I lived without it. Some of my favourite authors are J.R. Ward/ Jessica Bird, Stephanie Laurens, Sherrilyn Kenyon/Kinley MacGregor, Suzanne Enoch, Nicole Jordan, Susan Sizemore, Lisa Kleypas, Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Karen Marie Moning. But for me there are still so much authors to discover that I’m absolutely sure the list will only grow longer and longer in time.

I have no real favourite genre, I really like a lot of genres: regency, medieval, vikings, pirates, highlanders, contemporary, vampires, time-travel. As long as the book is good, the genre doesn’t really matter to me. However, there are some similar genres I’m not particularly fond of and those are the ones on indians or U.S. civil war ...I don’t know why but these just doesn’t seem to capture my interest. Maybe I just haven’t found the good ones yet...