“Loving requires so much courage and so little expectation.”
From now on, I will be dedicating a blog post to selected books that made a great impact on me. I’ve chosen this book as a start since it’s been given by someone special and I’m really glad I’ve got the chance to ever read this book. This isn’t a review – I have my Goodreads for that. This is merely a reflection of how this book affected me.
First of all, it’s the first book I’ve ever read that has my first name among the characters. A character named Claudine existed here, and that made this book among my favorites for that plain reason (plus the fact that this was a gift from…).
The book didn’t excite me [in a good way]. The book didn’t want me to have it finished right away to jump to a new story. This made me savor every word, every page, and every chapter. For me, it’s so beautifully written that if I could prolong my time in reading it, I would.
The Little Paris Bookshoptaught me about second chances. You have to let yourself heal. You have to forgive yourself and remind your heart that it can be happily in love once again after being devastated from something that it thought would last forever. The love that would come after forgiving yourself and after forgiving the circumstance would make you feel that you can be anything you want to be. For whatever reason, it’s going to be more amazing than ever. It’s going to bring out the best in you, and it’s going to be the most wonderful thing that has ever come into your life.
I don’t know what it is, but I feel a deep connection with this book… Maybe because it’s a gift from a man who made me believe in letting someone in again, or maybe because it’s something about Paris. This book got my heart, and I’m so glad this book found me.
It’s a good book; however, it’s a good book for its ‘chosen readers’. The author’s style won’t work for every reader. It may be full of cliches, but for me, the way the author used books as metaphor for ‘medicine’ is brilliant in its pure sense. It’s heartbreaking, but the recovery in the end is a good way to make anyone who’s ever been broken that it’s always wonderful to experience love again. It teaches a lot about life and death and what love has to do with everything in between.
I wasn’t able to get a copy when J.K. Rowling‘s Harry Potter and The Cursed Child was first released in the Philippines. I could’ve actually bought from National Bookstore but I wanted the copy that Fully Bookedwas selling so I opted to wait for the restock.
And guess what? Fully Booked is finally restocking The Cursed Child! I’ve had my reservation yesterday at Fully Booked – Greenbelt 5 to secure my copy. I can’t wait to have the book in my hands! I know only my fellow Potterheads could understand the excitement that I have now.
Just so you know, I don’t have copies of the books, but I’ve read them all through borrowing the copies from the school library and friends. Now that I can finally buy as many books as I can, the desire never stops. I’m planning to buy the whole series to reread (and rewatch) them all.
Yay! See you soon, Harry Potter and The Cursed Child!
It was the first day of the 37th Manila International Book Fair yesterday. After work, Lynsey and I met at SM Mall of Asia before heading out to the SMX Convention Center to score new books at discounted prices.
After paying the Php 20.00 for the MIBF ticket, we went to Fully Booked‘s nook. I really didn’t have a book in mind, so I took my time looking for something new to hoard (lol). It was fun – and of course, really hard – to decide what books to buy. If only I had unlimited resources, I would’ve bought everything I could!
I was able to take home two gems from the MIBF. I know I still have a long list of pending books to read but… Who cares? Books are love!
Oh how I’ve missed the bum life. Seriously. I already landed a job right after college graduation, and I never really had a real rest since then. Now, before I get back into reality once again, I am taking as much sleep as possible, since it’s what I really missed above all else.
Aside from sleep, I’ve missed reading novels. After months of not being able to read such, I have missed flipping through pages and taking every bit of the story.
I began reading “To Kill A Mockingbird” by Harper Lee again since I want to have a fresher view of the story before I get to read the sequel. I have already read it in high school but even when I have already loved it since then, I know it’s going to be different once I read it all over again. Like people say, love is sweeter the second time around. Though I already know the flow of the story, I was a different person before I’ve read the book. Now, I am reading it as another person, and not the same person who read it in high school [as part of the requirements in our English class].
I’ve also had my Grisham novels out from the shelves. I usually buy books from Book Sale, and even though I still have a lot of unread books, I still buy more and more whenever I find them interesting. I think that’s actually a bookworm’s sickness. You just can’t stop even when you still have a lot of pending books to read. It’s just hard to. And by books, I mean books with substance and sensible thoughts, not just some random printed story.
Soon the real world’s going to call me again. Let me spend the remaining days with my favorite escapism. 🙂