It has been a while since I write a post like this. Although I love to chat about books, series, and craft, the posts I more enjoy reading are the ones about life. These are the kind of stories that get you to know the person on the other side of the screen and have a chance to connect with. Most people have their story starting when they were little kids or when they read the first Harry Potter book. Well, I never had that. I never read the HP books and only saw the first movie. So my story took more twist and turns than that. Since I can remember I always liked to read. Although I only committed to it when I was 20 years old. So two years ago! I know I’m such a newbie. I have two books that I associate with my childhood. One being my favourite, Bambi and the other was from a French series called Martine. My love for this two stories is like any other. In Bambi, I love the story and how heartbreaking it was. I remember reading just the beginning over and over again as if the bad part never takes place and everything is good. Until these days the story still gets to me and leaves a hole in my heart when Bambi’s mom dies. Meanwhile, my passion for Martine comes from the illustrations. Marcel Marlier does an amazing job. My favourite story of the series is Martine at the Flower Festival don’t ask me about the story but I can talk and talk about the artwork. Then came school and while for a lot of people it might be a point were they become readers for me was a turn-off. I didn’t care for any book I had to read for school until the 12 grade. A lot of the books were by Portuguese authors, but there was one that I like to remember since I hated it. I don’t know if my relationship with the teacher influenced my opinion on the book, I just know that I didn’t like it and never got too far into it. I’m talking about The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. I love pronouncing the author’s name I feel like a french although I’m not a fan of the book. I can’t know for sure but The Little Prince might have...