Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

18TH FLOOR BALCONY

- Blue October -




I was gingerly flipping through The Bunny Suicides in between muffled giggles and unashamed outbursts of laughter when Riz handed over Fahrenheit 451.

'Here. I think you'll like it'

Cleverly written paradoxical, futuristic, visionary representation of the society and mass paranoia. I haven't indulge myself in this genre for a long, long time.

I dig it. Although I have to say it's a good thing I chose the graphic novel. Highly recommended.

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Monday, March 15, 2010

HEAD BUST

- Shark City Click -


What Fly Solo listed as my ideal destinations: -

Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Athens, Greece
Budapest, Hungary
Dubrovnik, Croatia
Edinburgh, Scotland
Prague, Czech Republic
Reykjavik, Iceland
St. Moritz, Switzerland
St. Petersburg, Russia
Tokyo, Japan
Thailand
Sydney, Australia
Crested Butte, Colorado
Fairbanks, Alaska
San Diego, California
South Beach, Florida

But what about Central / South America? What about Argentina?

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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

YESTERDAY
- Leona Lewis -


Wednesday.

Elizabeth Gilbert.

I haven't been able to put her book down since I started yesterday (and the days have been passing by like waiting forever for the tide to rise before getting the kayak out); I'd bring it to the dinner table, in front of the TV, at the cafe, in bed. I imagine myself reading at the backyard sipping tea but darn the mozzies, it's a slow, excruciating death sentence. I knew which book I would indulge in this holiday long before I stepped into Belle's. As I just wouldn't want to think much I have to be practical before she leaves for her hometown, I even bought a second copy to give to Adds for her birthday, I hope she likes it as much as I do, laughing along as I progress to the next chapter, and the next, and then 30.

I would've slipped into Elizabeth's shoes snuggly, comfortably. I feel at home reading what's in her mind, in her heart and in the pasta she's eating. If her shoes were for hire, I'd walk in them to explore my own unfictitious world of desires and possibilities. 

At the same time I wonder, why is Merlin dressed in the same colour as Clark Kent?

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