Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Non-Fiction>Fiction

According to my parents, I have never enjoyed reading fiction particularly- only really enjoying stories that were told verbally, I don't know why...To a certain extent, this is true to this day, although I have thoroughly enjoyed reading books such as: Dracula, A Brave New World, Frankenstein and the works of PJ Wodehouse.
Weekly visits to the local Library provided me with a fresh set of either anatomy or medical books throughout primary school...I was a bit of a weird child! I set myself challenges like memorising the major bones in the body, names of muscles and how organ systems function- instead of reading about magical worlds like my peers at the time. I suppose I didn't see the point in fiction when there were so many things to learn about, fascinating things that are part of us- the human body.
My enthusiasm to learn about science lead me to collect the 'Horrible Science' books- of which I would recommend to anyone, including adults. As well as diving into such books as 'Why Do Men Have Nipples' and other popular science books, whilst still in primary education. 
Now, as- what I would like to consider- a mature teenager, I read around the subject of medicine whenever there is a pare moment: the bus being a chosen favourite, with in front of the TV being a close second. 
At the age of 14 I subscribed to the NewScientist magazine, and consistently read it- cutting out particularly interesting articles around medical issues. Now I am older, the ethics of medicine has become more appealing  and I have started reading into it more.
Who needs a made-up story when you have a much better story right in front of you? (Life itself).


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