False Memory

Last night I arrived home at 2.00pm and I was very tired but I couldn't close my eyes, so I started counting books (yeah I know other people count sheeps but books are more fun if you have a library like mine), so it was the turn of Dean Koontz' books. I was trying to remember each book I own from him (titles and if they were paperback or hardback) when my memory stumbled in a title that got me thinking about mind control. If you haven't read the book I advise you to stop reading tough I'm not going to do spoilers per se when I start rambling about the topic I'm going to spoil it for you, anyway you're advised now do as you please.
I read the book like 7 seven years ago or so; the first thing that caught my attention is how easy the human being could be manipulated. How many people do you know that have a phobia that needs shrink treatment? Probably a ton, and how easy would be for said shrink if he were to hipnotize you to put some strange ideas in your mind? Well I guess I'm being pretty paranoid but just humour me.
And what about commercials, every time I see one on the tv it frustrates me to no end the impression I get that publicists think that human population is stupid, but don't this advertisings work for the majority of said population? Aren't they telling us what to do, were to eat, what to wear? Do they really believe I think the cows from the MacDonald commercial are happily gallivanting in the countryside before they serve it to us (that has nothing to do with me being a vegetarian).
As scary as it would be that my shrink (I really don't have one but for the sake of this argument I'm going to invent one), poked in my subconcious and ordered me to kill someone that would be an isolated incident, what it is really scary (at least in my point of view) is the manipulation that we are subjected by mass media, isn't it another kind of mind control?

The Book I Read

I was listening to the Talking Heads song in the car and I decided today I wanted to write about books.
One of my first memories (or at least the most cherished one) is of me learning to read, I was 4, and nobody at home could believe I was reading, they just tought I had memorized the book that my great-grandmother read me every night. So I went in search of the newspaper and started reading the headlines. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me dumbfounded.
So I guess this makes me a bookworm (and a very proud one!). Since then I read every day. I guess what I love is the magic of imagining other lives, other places. I love all kinds of books, so I hate it when peoplo tend to categorize them. Why can't I read a book if they say to me that it is for young adults or children or whatever.
My first horror book was Stephen Kings' Salem's Lot, I can vividly recall being reading underneath the blankets ( a little cliched, I know) with a flashlight because I had to finish it (and being to afraid to sleep for 2 days).
I have tons of books, I pretty much read everything that picks my attention, chick lit, the classics (Jane Austen, the Brönte sisters, shakespeare, Yeats, etc...); horrosr books, thrillers, science-fiction, everything!
Every book tells a different story, in wich you are the protagonist. For a moment you can forget all your worries and just have a good time.
Reading stimulates your vocabulary and makes you more discerning, it urges you to think about the world that surrounds you.
So please, next time you go to a library just spend some time browsing the shelves and buy something, I can assure it would be the best money spend in your life.
Read, if you do that instead of watching reality shows, maybe just maybe, you won't fall in the web of mass media and you'll think for yourself instead of repeating what they want you to. Be independent, be free.