I am hoping I am well on my way to starting on my 6-book quota for the year. It’s July (yes!) and almost August (!!) and I have made a promise to myself I WILL do the 6 books AT LEAST. (Ambitious, I know..) It’s not for a lack of books to read. It doesn’t help that I have the books in my Kindle which I’ve barely opened in the last couple of months. I also received some books from cousins and friends from the last visit to Manila.
And while the hardbound books I so love are such a load impinging on my 100-lb baggage allowance for the trip home, I also managed to get Armida Siguion-Reyna’s book. I had to seriously debate with myself about getting Enrile’s tome.. but I managed to get that somehow in the last couple of weeks, straight from National Book Store. I know, my politics are showing here, but I am always in for a good read. I am hoping that these two will be part of my 6 for the year.
I had gone to Barnes & Noble last weekend to get some books requested by my nephew and my niece, and the one requested by Audrey, A Work in Progress: A Memoir by Connor Franta was being offered on a “Buy-2-get-the-3rd-free” table so I had to make a decision on which other two books I was getting.
After going through the books displayed on that stack, I decided to pick up The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky which I am currently reading, and The Shell Collector: Stories by Anthony Doerr (for later). What’s interesting is that as I was paying for my purchases at the counter, the young lady at the cashier gushed about Chbosky’s book and told me she reads it over and over again. (Comments like that make me think about one of two things: the books IS that great.. or she is seriously messed up for not wanting to read something else.) Well, the book has been made into a movie which I will watch after reading it, and that the story was picked up for the big screen (not to forget that it spent a considerable amount of time on the NY Times Bestseller’s list) should say something about how good a read it must be.
If you’re expecting a book review, this isn’t one so I’m sorry to disappoint. I’m merely reporting what I am reading and what’s up next. It’s not a heavy read but I’ve learned how to reserve my judgment for how heavy or light a story is for until after I close the book for good. Some of the better books I’ve read have taken me on a journey from one emotion to the next, and there is no single feeling to describe the story that was told.
It is easy to read because it’s written from the perspective of a teen. Another lesson learned is not to dismiss young adult reading as being “juvenile,” more so after I’ve read the entire Twilight Saga. And yes, I’ve read the Harry Potter series, but I have stuck to one reading of all these books. (I can’t understand why one would read something over and over again except if it’s Holy Bible.) But again, who am I to judge.
I don’t have the luxury to sit down and read it uninterrupted, but I’m savoring the fact that I’m actually holding the book in my hands. There is something about reading the old-fashioned way, much as writing in longhand these days is a unique experience, that makes reading a book fulfilling. I’m not saying I’m not ever going back to the tablet — I will. But from time to time, it pays to actually hold the words in your hands.
I like the break that my mind gets from the real world when I have a book in my hands. For a moment in time, I am part of someone else’s story that plays in my mind and heart as if I were watching it on screen. And yet there is a profound difference in the way the scenes and feelings form inside me because of the words written by the author.
You should try it again some time if you’ve been enslaved by your reading tablet or worse, if you haven’t been reading at all. (Horrors!) Wish me luck with this one.
Then again, on second thought, I think I’m good. Let me get back to my reading..