2015 found me sorely ignoring my bibliophilistic tendencies. I've experienced dry months before, where I find myself not wanting to pick up a book, but 3 months is usually my max. A year? Unheard of. Until 2015, that is.
What I did find myself craving for is a return to simpler times. Admittedly, the big move (again) to Singapore drained me -- both physically and emotionally. Missing family, taking care of my own little brood, and adjusting to everyday life (including work) in another country took a toll on me.
I find that one of the ways I could cope was to start doing things I enjoyed doing when I was younger. And nothing more exemplified my childhood than hours spent with a good stack of
Archie and
Harvey comics (which I have my one of my titos, who was an avid collector, to thank for). And so, that was where I reverted back to.
Waiting for someone? Read a comic. In the MRT on the way to work? Run through a few pages before my stop. Archie and Harvey comics are an easy read, requires no heavy mental effort to appreciate, and was always a surefire way to perk me up (even until now that I am in my 30s).
But man does not live on these comics alone. And eventually I did have moments when my favorite comic characters were not able to lighten my mood. So on one particularly bored night, I came across a review about
Zen Pencils.