It’s been FOREVER since I last blogged here and for those of you who didn’t know, the laptop I was using finally gave up on us since it contracted a deadly virus. My actual laptop is still dead (my uncle insists he fixes it, but he’s too busy but I guess that’s okay) and sometimes net connection is crap especially the storms we’ve been having the past couple of weeks. But we got the desktop finally fixed and so far, I have no complaints. The anti-virus my friend installed just kicks serious virtual bug ass and doesn’t affect PC performance.
Having no internet for more than 2 weeks was definitely unpleasant but not an entirely hateful experience. I can deal with the sporadic internet (net cafes, borrowing my cousin’s laptop) use and I can most definitely cope without Facebook, pictures, programs, etc. The worst thing by far is not being able to talk to my boyfriend online and I was particularly bored out of my wits since we usually have such a great time talking online and our conversations take hours. And we’re broke to buy enough load for us to text always and his home phone is placed in the most public area of his house (I have my own phone line in my room). I missed him and my friends terribly.
Reading – the best state yet to keep absolute loneliness at bay. William Styron
So, indeed for the past 2 weeks I’ve spent my internetless seclusion reading. It was the most logical thing for me to do since there’s no internet, I’m not such a TV fan, there’s no new DVDs lying around the house and serious NLE reviews are starting in 3 weeks so I won’t have time to enjoy reading without the academic demand.
It’s definitely a proven fact that books are handy companions for my survival and I hoarded some once it dawned to me that I’m experiencing a case of “digital age emergency”.
Stainless Longganisa by Bob Ong (not on the picture) – My boyfriend let me borrow his copy since he knows I haven’t finished a Bob Ong book in my lifetime. I had to experience him as a voracious reader plus he’s my OctoP’s favorite author. It’s my first Bob Ong book and you know what, I loved it as much I loved the others! Bob Ong’s books are noted for their very conversational tone plus it’s written in Tagalog. It was a fast read for me (I finished it in a day) but I loved it and it was something new to me. The book is a compendium of his accounts as a writer and his nonfiction commentary on life with Filipino humor and I found myself laughing a lot as I read. My personal favorite would be the ‘nagtatae ang ballpen ko at hawak mo ang basura’ introduction and the part where he described the horrible deaths of well-known writers. Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas next please!
Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke – I actually bought this during my birthday month in some secluded warehouse that sells old books. And this copy is a beautifully preserved softbound book from the Norton Library and was published in 1962. I only started reading this almost 2 weeks ago. This is a collection of 5-year correspondences between an aspiring young poet Franz Xavier Kappus and the unique German poet Rainer Maria Rilke.
I love this book. I’m taken with Rilke since one might expect him to give young Kappus pointers on writing style but instead he gives guidance to the boy on living and that inspiration comes from living and “to be patient towards all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves”. Rilke also discussed about the process of going inward and looking outward, which probably struck me the most.
Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami – My second Murakami book and my first Murakami novel. It was not all bad. I immensely enjoyed ‘Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman’ because it was a fun, imaginative collection of short storioes and it explored an experimental narrative I don’t find in other books. I like them both in their own way. Norwegian Wood is a straight forward coming of age story and it’s a story of melancholy but the style is sweet, wistful and in an open reminiscing kind of way. It’s tone brought back some both complicated and good feelings from my high school days and I loved the feeling that stayed after I finished it.
Game of Thrones by George R.R Martin – Where do I begin to describe it… I’m one of those people who watched the series first before reading the book and I was a bit skeptical at first since I love the series so much and feared the book wouldn’t meet my expectations. But it did and more. I loved the book! I’ve noticed that the series had scenes that weren’t in the book and vice versa, but it didn’t bother me as much. I enjoyed reading about the Old Gods, the Faith of the Seven and the history of Westeros, which the series didn’t delve much upon. And reading Dany’s rebirth at the end of the book was riveting and brilliant than watching it on T.V (although it’s one of my favorite on-screen GoT moments). All I can say is I’m hooked and I’m definitely buying the second book ASAP! (And omg I totally ship Dany and Ser Jorah and I wish Ser Jorah was Iain Glen looking in the book and I just died GWAHAHAHAHA /fangirl moment)
Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky – Paying homage to Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, it’s an explicit yet amusing exploratory account of Charlie’s coming-of-age and also it’s probably one of the most sweetest, touching and insightful books for young adults I’ve come across with. It’s a series of letters addressed to an anonymous “Friend” that chronicles Charlie’s life as he sees it as a socially inept boy entering high school for the first time. It’s told with attention to detail but the style isn’t overdone and you relax as you read it and it felt like Charlie is actually in front of you talking (I imagined his voice still, small pouring out like a river). An instant favorite and a possible subject of a much detailed book review.