单选题 Up until the age of 18, I read very little. I 1 myself to what was necessary for a secondary-school 2 . I was always busy either playing soccer or falling in love. Then came the day when, as a young columnist, my main 3 was to read. And I got to like it. My head spun! An unknown passion took 4 of me. What happened? For me, it was the 5 of a new state of being in love. I began to take possession of books and to annotate them. 6 I would tell them, in an only slightly 7 way, how much I liked them or didn"t. Today, 25 years later, I 8 through my books from those days and it"s magic, finding myself face to face with the young man I once was. Sometimes I 9 him. Other times I find him 10 Certain remarks seem 11 to me now. Others make me happy. I was right about that, I sometimes say to myself. Twenty-five years later I find the 12 trace of my thoughts, my 13 of that time. That"s why I never lend out my books. I give 14 the ones of which I have two 15 and the ones I"ve never read. But the ones I"ve 16 up cannot 17 : they have become my journals, my 18 .
To let someone read them would be 19 myself up to scrutiny. I would be allowing others to break into me like a 20 breaks into a house.