Finally met M after 2 years!
M and I go all the way back to secondary school when we were angst-ridden, Literature-loving teens arguing our way through life. Maybe it was just me who made all that noise. Heh. What I know for a fact is that my mid-teen years would have been absolutely awful without M’s presence. Though we spent lesser and lesser time together as we grew older with her moving overseas to pursue an academic’s life and me in Sg busying myself with work and family, an understanding connects us. Despite the distance and time lapses between each meeting, we always have a good time talking, arguing, laughing and agreeing to disagree with one another. Precious.
If this is no good reason to make M a book I don’t know what is.
Here’s the story of M’s book in 5 parts.
There you have it, the story of M’s book.