I planned on reading something heartbreaking over the weekend. Weird, yes? (I'm a bad Catholic, you see. I did not spend Holy Week the sacred way.) Going over the bookshelf did not help, so I ended up scanning a Nora Roberts book Friday morning, which I put down 6 chapters after. Joining my aunt and brother upstairs who were having a TVD marathon, we gorged over fastfood takeout and ogled at the Salvatores and Elijah and Klaus -- with Biboy mastering the art of eye rolling.
Saturday was spent in the Hamptons with the Graysons and Emily Thorne. This time, we feasted on pizza and pasta. By mid-afternoon, there was still this itch to read something worthwhile, so I asked my sister and aunt to buy me a book. 3 malls and 3 bookstores later, I hugged a sky blue hardbound by nightfall. I wanted very much to pour over it at once but by the time I positioned myself in bed, weariness crept and I was snoring in no time.
Spent most of today reading The Fault In Our Stars (and if you knew me, there were a lot of commercials in between. Heh.). I have been wanting to acquire a copy of this book ever since coming across it at Goodreads, but then joining Mensis Liber's book giveaway last month led me to postpone it -- all for that 1% possibility of winning a copy, which (you guessed it right) I didn't.
Although I did want to win it badly to save me a few pesos, I don't think I wasted a single centavo in purchasing this book. It was, in my opinion, a spectacle to be devoured. I laughed, giggled, fell in love, cried. It is both heart-wrenching and charming. Everyone was likable, from Hazel to Augustus to Isaac to their parents; even the snotty Peter Van Houten can be counted in. Hazel and Gus, two cancer-stricken teens, were so pure and so real, they compel you and then suck you in. Their conversations are a joy to read and profound at that, ranging from metaphors to oblivion to death to infinities.
I prepared for a sobfest, knowing that this book spells cancer from start to finish. One thing I hate about having breaks in between reading a great book is that somewhere along the way, I lose the momentum I built and am left literally cursing myself for making that happen. There were parts where I had myself thinking "Fuck this, I should be crying by now!!!!" but all I have is my left eye tearing because of dirt. But, hell, when Gus' father told Hazel "He loved you so much. He really did," during Gus' funeral, I broke down. I wept like a kid with a bruised knee and gods, I don't usually cry. And it went on when Hazel went to his coffin and told Gus it was okay and then kissed him and tucked a pack of cigarettes beside him and told him that he can light them and she won't mind, I went bonkers. Everything else was light after that. And I ended the book with a happy heart.
**I know I've been stalling on A Clash of Kings for quite a time now, not moving forward, really. I only get to read it during spare time at work. Last week had been hectic so even if I had it in my bag, it remained stagnant. With the series already airing, pray that I get to finish the book before the season finale airs. Hee.
Saturday was spent in the Hamptons with the Graysons and Emily Thorne. This time, we feasted on pizza and pasta. By mid-afternoon, there was still this itch to read something worthwhile, so I asked my sister and aunt to buy me a book. 3 malls and 3 bookstores later, I hugged a sky blue hardbound by nightfall. I wanted very much to pour over it at once but by the time I positioned myself in bed, weariness crept and I was snoring in no time.
Spent most of today reading The Fault In Our Stars (and if you knew me, there were a lot of commercials in between. Heh.). I have been wanting to acquire a copy of this book ever since coming across it at Goodreads, but then joining Mensis Liber's book giveaway last month led me to postpone it -- all for that 1% possibility of winning a copy, which (you guessed it right) I didn't.
Although I did want to win it badly to save me a few pesos, I don't think I wasted a single centavo in purchasing this book. It was, in my opinion, a spectacle to be devoured. I laughed, giggled, fell in love, cried. It is both heart-wrenching and charming. Everyone was likable, from Hazel to Augustus to Isaac to their parents; even the snotty Peter Van Houten can be counted in. Hazel and Gus, two cancer-stricken teens, were so pure and so real, they compel you and then suck you in. Their conversations are a joy to read and profound at that, ranging from metaphors to oblivion to death to infinities.
I prepared for a sobfest, knowing that this book spells cancer from start to finish. One thing I hate about having breaks in between reading a great book is that somewhere along the way, I lose the momentum I built and am left literally cursing myself for making that happen. There were parts where I had myself thinking "Fuck this, I should be crying by now!!!!" but all I have is my left eye tearing because of dirt. But, hell, when Gus' father told Hazel "He loved you so much. He really did," during Gus' funeral, I broke down. I wept like a kid with a bruised knee and gods, I don't usually cry. And it went on when Hazel went to his coffin and told Gus it was okay and then kissed him and tucked a pack of cigarettes beside him and told him that he can light them and she won't mind, I went bonkers. Everything else was light after that. And I ended the book with a happy heart.
**I know I've been stalling on A Clash of Kings for quite a time now, not moving forward, really. I only get to read it during spare time at work. Last week had been hectic so even if I had it in my bag, it remained stagnant. With the series already airing, pray that I get to finish the book before the season finale airs. Hee.
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