Month: April 2012

So who’s the winner?

Before we examine the entries and announce the winner, I’d like to say thanks to everyone who sent greetings through WordPress, Goodreads, Twitter, Facebook, and SMS. Now, let’s proceed to business. We have three qualified entries. As I mentioned, only WordPress followers as of April 24, 2012 or previous commenters may join. Why this rule? I don’t feel comfortable giving away stuff to people I just talked to. Besides, don’t parents tell their kids not to take candies from strangers? So strangers, don’t take candies from me. Let me remind you that the sole criterion for judging is the appeal that the entries have for me. Here we go! Entry #1 is from Atty. Monique: Oh Buddy, you sneak! Why didn’t you just tell me last weekend that today’s your birthday??? I hate you. Huhuhu. But, okay, since it IS your special day, I will indulge you (and forget that you made me believe your birthday is April 31st, hrmmppppff). I just read your qualifications for contenders, and I think I am very much qualified, …

Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller

Malignant – Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller

I bought my copy of this from a sidewalk vendor who was asked by someone, probably a distant aunt, to sell a stack of books. There’s something cool and bohemian in buying such stuff, so yes, even if it was exorbitantly priced despite the major crease at the back, I bought it. I immediately attended to it. Hmm. Challenging. Not only did it assail me with a lot of French words and phrases, but there’s also the jumpy storytelling. If reading this book were a conversation, it would be like a chitchat with a horrible stranger who readily disposes all his dark secrets while you are stuck with him inside an elevator. He burps, he farts, and you have no choice but to bear with him. He just has this need to talk and talk without realizing that you no longer care. But I did listen to the story up to the end. I am that tenacious. I was never the one to totally abandon a book that I’ve started. So let’s get into this. …

What's it like to be a color?

I have six units in Art – My Name is Red by Orhan Pamuk

At the close and beginning of two seamless chapters in my so-called life, I find myself halfway through this book, which is, mostly, about art. Make that Art. I only have three units in Art back in college, and I feel like I have just enrolled in three more. I am exaggerating because this is not purely about Art. Yes, there’s a lot of talk about Art here since this is about a group of artists commissioned by a Sultan to complete a certain Book of Festivities. But there’s also love, religion, sex, death, and uhm, style and signature, painting and time, memory and blindness, oh, those are facets of art. So this book, the Book of Festivities, is gaining some notoriety due to its near blasphemous content. Let me say that the novel takes place in the 16th century Istanbul, so what was deemed blasphemous then might be sheer conservatism nowadays. But there is a point, I tell you. It’s very interesting, but I’d rather not talk about it. Let’s talk instead of one …

And today is…

My birthday! God’s nightgown! My age is now officially one notch higher than it was yesterday! Which isn’t so bad, so long as I don’t look like it. Please don’t react violently. Indulge me just even today. Anyway, instead of asking for gifts, I am going to give away freebies. Yes, all you need to do is answer, in more or less than 500 words, the following questions (on the comments section): 1. What is your favorite post in this blog and why? Please include the link. 2. How old/young do you think I am? 3. Do you have any wish for me or anything that you’d like to say? Qualified participants are WordPress followers of this blog. If you are not from WordPress, you must have made comments (meaning more than one) in the past on any of my posts. If you are going to follow just now or flood me with comments, it wouldn’t count. I think I have to restrict the participants to those readers who indulge me. So yes, thank you! Oops, …

Small, Medium, Large

April is the cruelest month

It’s surprising that I haven’t bought any books for the past couple of weeks at sale bins because I couldn’t find any books that I like. Cruel, no? I feel like something’s not right when this happens, so I took advantage of the summer sale at National Book Store. It’s almost the end of April, and had it not been for the discount, this would have been a bookless month. The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky – Is it spelled with or without the letter Y? My edition is spelled without it, and why I am sticking with the Y? Never mind. I was really looking for Doctor Zhivago, but I couldn’t find one. And then I found this. Php 668.00, NBS – Greenbelt 1, April 13, 2012. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis de Bernieres – This was given to me by Miss Veronica during the 2nd anniversary of our book club. I am not sure when the anniversary exactly is, but it’s mid-April. This time, we decided on April 15. I think I should write about …