Tuesday, July 31, 2012

A knowledge that can save you.


-The Name of the Star (Maureen Johnson)

Review: Cinder

Title: Cinder
Author: Marissa Meyer
Genre: Science Fiction, Young Adult, Dystopia, Romance
My Rating: ★★★★


It’s just one of those cookie-cutter Cinderella stories hitting the bookshelves lately…if you established the whole story in a setting reminiscent of Star Wars. Instead of a fairy godmother, the protagonist has her robotic brain interface to protect her from strange magic or simple lies. Instead of a pumpkin carriage, she has an ancient gasoline car she recovered from a junkyard. Instead of mice and bird friends, she has a talkative android rolling around with her whenever she does errands for her stepmother. And instead of a pretty glass slipper, she has her old, rust-caked metal foot falling off  from her growing sixteen-year-old body.

This is the story of Cinder: a snarky cyborg mechanic, 36.38% not human, and considered as a technological mistake by many.

Marissa Meyer’s Cinder—the first book in the Lunar Chronicles—combine two of the most popular themes that continuously top the bestseller’s list and bedside tables nowadays: re-imagined fairytales and post-apocalyptic worlds centering on young adults. In the futuristic setting of Cinder, cyborgs are former victims of mutilating accidents who are given second chance at life by having their destroyed human parts substituted by computer-operated nervous systems and limbs. However, despite the advanced technology, earthlings are still not immune to a deadly virus—one which Cinder is strangely immune to. Unbeknown to her, there’s a secret in her blood that may save not only the Emperor or New Beijing but also the whole world.

The premise is an instant attention-grabber, and once you plunge in, you wouldn’t stop until you get to the last page. I love how Cinder is a sarcastic butt-kicking girl that is light years away from the damsel-in-distress she is loosely based on. Her internal struggle about being a cyborg—particularly the bits about her “metallic monstrosities”—is profound, although it is never really revealed to the readers if her emotions are programmed or not. Her dichotomic nature removed  some of her human stimuli like blushing and crying, but the author managed to maker her not come off as robotic. As a character, I think she’s 100 %, multi-dimensionally human.

The pacing is good; pages containing action scenes pack a wallop, and the arcs where the author is sprinkling romantic hints burst like cherry blossoms amongst the cold metallic world where Cinder walks on. Prince Kai is also interesting, representing the epitome of energetic youth that has to be prematurely shed, skipping straight into the chaotic adulthood of a royal politics. He is not just the flat Prince Charming character that happy-ever-after stories supplied to the pop culture.

Meyer handled the budding romance very well, too. It is not too saccharine nor is it too trying-hard; it is just there, embedded as a subplot, left to bloom on its own and treated as a secondary concern even by Cinder herself. “Love conquers all” is the clichéd adage we encounter in almost all love stories, but not here in this book. When Cinder finally uses it as one of her desperate “weapons” near the end, it backfires so bad that even the Prince felt betrayed by her.

There is one thing that prevented me from giving this novel five stars, though: it’s predictable, and that’s not even counting the fact that it has a classic fairytale framework. I know the beauty of anticipation and the art of good foreshadowing, but there's nothing like a book that takes you by surprise in a good way. I’m not sure if the author dropped too many hints or if she gave them away too early, but about fifty pages in there’s a good chance you’ll know the most important bit that will be officially revealed 300 pages later. It’s still an entertaining ride, though, and I’m eagerly waiting for the next installment.

(PS: The Lunar Chronicles book #2 is Scarlet, this time featuring Little Red Riding Hood. I wish Meyer will not shift the spotlight from Cinder to LRRH. Some of the synopses are worrying me!)

(PSPS: I almost forgot—Rapunzel has a cameo in Cinder! She’s a computer programmer trapped by one of the Lunars or the moon people. I’m having a people that she’ll have her own book, too).

Anna Korlov: Polyvore

The moment I turned the last page of Kendare Blake’s horror novel Anna Dressed in Blood, I know I’ve just began yet another series that will captivate me for years—that is, until its last installment comes out plus the whole duration of the bookworm hangover that such a series leaves in its wake. :) Luckily, I don't have to wait for a whole year for the sophomore book as Blake's Girl of Nightmares will be out this August! :)

To be honest, I find the ADIB fandom disappointingly small. But those few people I successfully tracked? They are all made of win and  totally dressed in awesome, if you know what I mean. :) Check this one out, I snagged it from Polyvore:

Anna Dressed in Blood

The whole outfit is cute, and those shoes, the pretty fitted hat and that "bleeding heart" rhinestone choker are just to die for! :)

Monday, July 30, 2012

Outbreak Manila II: Teaser

We came. We ran. We survived…well, barely. After Outbreak Manila II (also known as Outbreak BGC), more than half the GALA team was unable to go to work due to a variety of health-related reasons, mostly cold and sore throat. We had fun, though, and I guess that’s what's more important. :)

July 28 was a night full of remarkable moments—sprinting away with grotesquely made-up zombies, the adrenaline-rich laughter and teases shared between runners, the half-meant “friendship over” remarks whenever someone gets left behind, and the happy hopping and walking under the rain. It’s memorable in so many levels!

Outbreak BGCZombie Food! (Photo by Ate Fish)

I experienced an excruciating migraine hours after I snuggled into bed that night. It was the worst, I tell you! And since the headache was sort of connected to zombies, I postponed reading Mira Grant’s Feed for a while and skipped to James Dashner’s The Maze Runner instead. I didn’t even join Papa’s The Walking Dead marathon. Yeah, it was that bad.

Stay tuned for more details! And do  watch out for Gala magazine’s September issue, I’m going to write a more detailed (and polished, haha) post-coverage Outbreak Manila article there. :)

Cheers and Ciao!

Monday, July 23, 2012

Review: Glitches (Lunar Chronicles 0.5)

Title: Glitches (Prequel to Cinder)
Author: Marissa Meyer
Genre: Science Fiction, Fantasy, dystopian, Young Adult
My Rating: ★★★

Goodreads synopsis:

Cinder, a gifted mechanic, is a cyborg. She’s a second-class citizen with a mysterious past, reviled by her stepmother and blamed for her stepsister’s illness. In “Glitches,” a short prequel story to Cinder, we see the results of that illness play out, and the emotional toll that takes on Cinder. Something that may, or may not, be a glitch...”

I read this little prequel to Marissa Meyer's Lunar Chronicles right after reading Cinder, and I guess it does fill up some of the glimpses of back story I have seen in the book. The tale follows Cinder’s first days in the Lihn household, where she gets introduced to her stepmother and stepsisters.

I love kiddie Cinder’s perspective in this one; she was practically clueless about her identity, and she was just learning the rudiments of being a cyborg, her voice perfect for a girl who feels like an infant born in a half-metal, half-flesh shell.  I wish Garan—the man who “adopted” her after her surgery—lived even for a fraction in Cinder. What's one more deviation from the original Disney tale? However, I did like  how this story materialized some images told in passing in the first book, but the questions I had remained in the back of my mind, looming like baleful plot holes.

Over all, though, this story did not leave me unsatisfied when I finished it. It fits so well with Cinder that I think it can be included in the book as its extended prologue or something. I’ll post the review for the Lunar Chronicle’s first installment sometime this week, sorry for the delay!

Sunday, July 22, 2012

AC 195 Addiction

While I do believe that cross-posting is equivalent to spreading the love in the blogosphere, I know better than to litter everyone’s dashboard with raves, rants, ramblings, and randomness about a  17-year-old -sci-fi mecha show. I'm guilty of releasing mass posts at once in the past, I think that would be enough. ;p

Anyway, I still want this blog to contain a little bit of my obsession with GW, so here it is. In condensed form, haha! You can check out my GW tag, but for your convenience, here’s a list of what I’ve been doing on my other Tumblr—at least for this fandom:

OTP: You are Kinder than Me. Basically a bunch of graphics I created for my favorite ship in GW, Quatre Winner and Dorothy Catalonia. I just love them, okay? And as they say—naysayers gonna naysay. Haha! There’s just three at the moment, but they’ll pile up soon, especially that I’m encountering lots of books with quotes that I could integrate with pictures of these two. The last one I got from Holly Black’s Black Heart. I can’t help it. Lila Zacharov is so Dorothy sometimes.

My AC195 Metas. Self-explanatory, with an accompanying poor excuse for graphics. I’ve written two mini-essays, one where I did a comparative review of sorts about Dorothy Catalonia (I just can’t get enough of her) and Catherine Bloom, and one where I talk about how awesome the fact that there’s no cookie-cutter hero or villain in the series is. More soon, I hope. :)

Little GW Things. Just as the title says, it’s all things GW—trivia, favorite “insignificant” scenes, badass dialogues, running gags—basically a mishmash of fun stuff about this show. Aside the one about The Wizard of Oz, I particularly love the trivia about the Maguanac…but that’s of course only because I’m a Filipino. :p

My GIFS. I’m nowhere near the regular MA student when it comes to Photoshop, I admit, but at least I can gif. As evidenced by a moving picture of Alex Turner singing and a few stray Game of Thrones gif-set you see when you click the link, I haven’t organized all my gifs there (and I’m quite sure I didn’t tag them all). I’ll organize them over the weekend.

Pilot Photoset. I need to work on a Wufei one.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Akihabara’s Gundam Cafe

Let’s take a brief break from all the bookwormism for a while! I stumbled across a photo of a Gunpla-yaki, or a Gundam-shaped cake/taiyaki at Facebook yesterday morning and was reminded of the awesome Gundam cafe in Akihabara, Japan. I almost laughed to myself when I realized that perhaps half the female young adult population in the world is yearning to go someplace fancier while my inner geek just wants to set foot in this…glorious thing.

Well, that doesn’t mean I never wanted to go to Paris or Italy or New York, of course. They’re on the list, but my threatening nerdgasm couldn’t wait. :p Here are a handful of pictures from Akihabara News:


Cafe Sign




Gundam Cafe Taiyaki

Gunpla Display


Check out more photos here! Or if you can actually read Nihonggo, you can go straight to the cafe’s website.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

There are no endings, happy or otherwise.

Riding Hood

“There are no longer simple tales with quests and beasts and happy endings. The quests lack clarity of goal or path. The beasts take different forms and are difficulty to recognize for what they are. And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep overlapping and blur, your story is part of your sister’s story is part of many other stories, and there in no telling where any of them may lead. Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon, or a wolf and a scarlet-clad little girl. And is not the dragon the hero of his own story? Is not the wolf simply acting as a wolf should act? Though perhaps it is a singular wolf who goes to such lengths as to dress as a grandmother to toy with its prey.”

-The Night Circus (Erin Morgenstern)

Review: The Name of the Star

Title: The Name of the Star
Author: Maureen Johnson
Genre: Thriller, Crime, Mystery, Young Adult
My Rating: ★★★★

The Name of the Star

Jack the Ripper is back.

At least that’s according to the news filling the London air waves when Aurora “Rory” Deveaux arrives in Wexford, her new boarding school. A series of harrowing crimes mimicking the Whitechapel Murders in 1888 envelops the city in Rippermania, and smack in the middle of it all, Rory finds herself as the only witness. She has spotted a suspicious man the police consider as the prime suspect. When people who should have also seen the man claim to have not, she realizes something is awfully wrong…especially when she becomes the Ripper copycat’s next target.

Not counting the short story “The Children of the Revolution” from the geektastic anthology Zombies vs. Unicorns, The Name of the Star is Maureen Johnson’s first work that I’ve ever read, and its impressive mash-up of young adult humor and thrilling murder mystery  easily convinced me to pick up her other works.
I see how the slow pacing (and all the things that bordered on cliché) in the first part of the novel was necessary for Johnson to craft the cast of characters and portray the new environment from the eyes of the snarky, smart heroine. It was mostly focused on the development of Rory, since the characters introduced early in the story were not as important as the ones that popped in the middle. However, while they can easily be dismissed as just part of the “background,” they are still part of Rory’s growth as she adjusts to what will be her second home.

I liked how the characters are carefully inflated one at a time, ending up fully blown with three-dimensional concreteness after mini anecdotes about them are exposed to the readers. It was obviously one of the easiest ways to give weight to a shell-hollow character, but I admit that it was rather impressive in the hands of Johnson. She made it seem…more realistic, with the drastic changes in Rory’s initial judgments of other people upon her discovery of their little histories that made them the way they are in the present. Rory eased into my favorite spot, and my unconventional second-rank favorite was the minor character Alistair (Thank God he wasn’t terminus-ed at the end! I’d love to see more of him in the next books!). I still need to warm up to the ghost-busting squad, though; with a little more push, I think I’d actually like Stephen.

The transition from the normal contemporary school life in the beginning into the darker life of being involved with the Shades was not precisely flawless, but it stayed faithful to Rory’s voice. Her life has changed when she gains her sight, and the story’s tone is not exempted from the transformations.

The plot was enjoyable and not hard to follow, and I kept on turning pages as more questions starved me for the next scenes. The happenings near the end packed a punch, and I simultaneously loved and hated the ending…for making me salivate for more! Cliffhangers should always be like this. I can’t wait for the next book to be released!

Photo by: m a r i e ★

Friday, July 13, 2012

New Sandman in 2013!

Friday the 13th wasn't so much of a big deal to me, but this day was extremely remarkable—not because a truckload of bad luck was dumped on me, but because I just received one of the best news the literary world could ever announce this month...or year, even.

I was at the office for another ordinary working day when a friend linked a video of this announcement on my Facebook wall. Neil Gaiman, my favorite writer,  will be writing more Sandman, and it will be released next year!

Morpheus-Pusheen (even Pusheen is excited about this!)

I practically went OMG all over the place. In celebration of the graphic novel series' 25th anniversary, Gaiman would be writing the prequel to his 10-volume opus that ended years ago, telling the story of the broody Morpheus before he was imprisoned in the beginning of the original Sandman series.

I just can't thank God enough! I know this may sound, say, exaggerated to some people who may be reading this, but Gaiman's works mean so much to me. Nobody knows how much, really. I won't go cheeseballs here and enumerate why Gaiman is my primary inspiration, but I'm just...extremely excited.
Apocalypse can wait until after 2013, and what I just said above is the number one reason.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Tea Lover Geekgasm: Lewis Carroll

I am totally in love with tea lately. Snuggling in bed with a good book, typing up articles at the office, or just watching the rain bounce off your wooden venetian blinds—they can all get better if you bring in a cup of warm tea into the mix. The magic that is condensed within the small porcelain is now something I think I can't last a day without.

Scouring the Net for some random tea trivia, I stumbled upon this awesome collection inspired by none other than the Mad Hatter’s tea party in Lewis Carroll’s masterpiece, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Literature and tea? I love it when two of my favorite things are mashed up together. Gads, I’d love to have this collection. They're gorgeous enough for display, but my tummy would be more than glad to house them! Haha! :) I mean, come on. I want to know what Mad Hatter Green Tea, Alice Peach Oolong Tea, and White Pear Rabbit Tea taste like! Curiouser and curiouser!




The Die Line says: “Founded in 2010, The Lewis Carroll Tea Collection aims to capture the essence of Lewis Carroll and his work. The brand creates the most delicious blends of whole leaf teas, rough-cut herbs and f lowers. In addition to all the goodness packaged within this box, feel great knowing that the proceeds from the sales go towards encouraging children to do all things creative, with the help and support of Pencils of Promise.

The Mad Tea Collection is made to celebrate the work, and creativity of author, Lewis Carroll. The box contains 3 flavors of tea leaves, a bar a extra dark chocolate, reusable tea bags, a strainer and a brochure that contains information the brands, Lewis Carroll and Pencils of Promise. You could be tucked in the cosy corner of your living room, read your favorite book from childhood & enjoy this relaxing experience by sipping on one of the teas from the whimsical collection."

Designed and Illustrated by Neha Hattangdi a student at Academy of Art University San Francisco, CA.”

Cheers and Ciao!

Monday, July 9, 2012

Bookwormism Update!

The Name of the Star 01
I’m still reeling from a book hangover brought by Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus, but I find myself wanting to make my to-read skyscraper a little shorter by the end of the month. So right now, I’m reading engrossed with The Name of the Star by Maureen Johnson.

My morbid fascination with serial killers—which is at its height during my high school days—is being reinvigorated by this book. Loving it so far, what with all the Rippermania and the teenage ghost-busting stuff. Also, it is set in London. How can you not love something that is set in London? :p I’m strangely drawn to a minor character at the moment: Alistair, the spiky haired, Doc Martens-wearing Smiths fanboy who hangs out in the darkest corner of the library’s literary section. He had me at Panic, okay? I had to muffle a giggle when he remarked about Morrissey being prophetic.

(SPOILER!) Several chapters later, I found out he’s actually dead and that the 80s look he’s sporting isn’t just a fashion statement, because, well, he really came from the 80s. It explains his musical preferences too. He was the literary editor of their school publication and he died in his sleep…while having an asthma attack. Hits too close to home, if you ask me. He now haunts the library—all contents of which, by the way, he’s read already. Twice.

I’ll probably finish the book later tonight; I only got less than a hundred pages left. :)

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Kitchen Bookishness a la Rêveur

As expected, I’m not the only one who fell under the spell of The Night Circus. Some devoted rêveur’s across the info superhighway are very good at keeping their title; I even found editorial photo shoots and parties inspired by the Cirque. The following photos are more or less from the latter, or from plans of holding one. They are too adorable (and bookishly fangirly) not to blog. :)

Tuxedoed Strawberries
TUXEDOED STRAWBERRIES. Okay, these do not exist in the book, but the Diary of the Word Nerd blogger’s inner rêveur felt like making these cutesy things after she read it. They come in the color schemes of the rêveurs, black-white-red. They are so TNC, but I wouldn’t hesitate having them at my wedding, if you ask me. :)

TNC THE NIGHT CIRCUS COOKIES. Complete with striped tents and rêveurs. Simply awesome, eh? I love the varying simple designs on each star. This set came from Not Your Momma’s Cookies.

chocolate-covered popcorn CHOCOLATE-COVERED POPCORN. Lose yourself one luscious kernel at a time! This is the one I imagined munching on while reading the book. This came from Buttery Books,

chocolate mice CHOCOLATE MICE. Ah, of course, how can I forget? The character Bailey’s quite fascinated with this sweet. Like the popcorns, this one also came from Buttery Books. Check out their site for more fun stuff! :)

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Review: The Night Circus

Title: The Night Circus
Author: Erin Morgenstern
Genre: Fantasy/Speculative Fiction
My Rating: ★★★★★  (more like 4.5 stars, actually)


The VIP pass comes in the form a 384-page noir fairytale called The Night Circus, and it spilled from the pen-point of literary Ringmistress Erin Morgenstern.

Flipping the pages was very much like stepping firsthand into the striped tents of the nocturnal Le Cirque des Rêves, or the Circus of Dreams. The vibrant carnival scenes most of us are familiar with—full of colorful clowns, confetti, and confections—are diluted into a non-chromatic world of wonders. Caramel and chocolate scents will waft to greet you at the gates. Once you surrender yourself in the swirl of black and white, you can float and leap dreamily in a vertical labyrinth of clouds, visit a menagerie of breathing paper animals, or marvel at a garden magically carved from unthawing ice. Every tent contains a treat like no other.

Fueling this feast for the senses is a pair of two young magicians—Celia and Marco—who are bound to a dangerous duel of skill and endurance where there can only be one victor. With the circus as the game board, everyone who performs with the two are unwittingly swept into the ever-perilous match…which is pushed a notch higher the danger ladder when the competitors tumble headfirst into a star-crossed love.

Almost dizzying in its beauty, I’d be lying if I say The Night Circus did not take my breath away. Morgenstern’s prose, which is festooned with rich imagery, makes every sentence a joy to read. You’ll think that something portrayed in monochrome will not come out alive, but the author’s obvious love for a sweet concoction of words inflated the atmosphere and the setting. I simultaneously commend and envy her imagination! The way she unfolds every magic is almost cinematic, the kind you think will be produced if Neil Gaiman will collaborate with Tim Burton in a carnival flick.

I liked how Morgenstern shifted between third person and second person point of view. The transmission is not exactly seamless, but being given a personal portion of the book made me feel like a legit rêveur.

The book is far from perfect, though; in fact, I think this is one of the few books with copious flaws that I am willing to overlook just so I can squeeze it in my “favorites” shelf. Special effects aside (which occupies a sizable chunk of this book), the plot comes out a tad fragile and formulaic. The world of literature is no stranger to sorcerers’ matches after all, and the forbidden romance angle is quite predictable. I initially did not even care about the characters—Celia and Marco felt like cardboard cutouts to me most of the time, though they did kind of struck a chord with me on the latter part of the novel.

Neither driven by plot nor by character, The Night Circus deviates from my usual favorites, yet somehow, I know I loved it. The reason for this I found near the end: it’s the charm of ordinary love between two people who grew up not knowing what real love is, and the way it blooms amidst the extraordinary nest of their competition. If Morgenstern delved more deeply into the emotional aspect of the novel early on, I think I’d love it right away.

Over all I still think it’s a magnificent novel…in a “guilty pleasure” kind of way, if you know what I mean. Shrouded with enigma and magic, a bit lumpy with blemishes but generally intelligent, The Night Circus already classified itself as one of the most remarkable novels of 2012 for me. 

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Of Inclement Weathers & a Pool of Tears

Instead of  my phone’s alarm clock, it was the pounding rain outside that interrupted my trip to slumberland this morning. When the sun refused to at least peep from behind the angry clouds and the floods threatened to swallow every street I can take leading to Binondo, I decided not to go to work. Quite a good decision, because in less than four hours I felt like I was already in some kind of Waterworld.

The Night Circus

I spent half the day snuggled up in bed with cups of warm milk tea and Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus. I am so in love with this book right now; I actually only have less than a hundred pages to go, and only stopped when I decided  to blog something about it. No worries, I won’t go all technical here because I’m reserving my thoughts on world-building, plot, and character development for my proper review. I just want to tell you about one of my favorite “tents” from The Night Circus: the Pool of Tears.

At the entrance to the Pool of Tears, you are going to be instructed to take a black stone that you will see there. You enter, and inside you will be greeted by a shallow pool of water. You will notice the atmosphere is tinged with the briny scent of the ocean. While turning the stone in your hand…
“The stillness of the tent becomes a quiet melancholy. Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds. 
The stone feels heavier in your hand.When you drop it in the pool to join the rest of the stones, you feel lighter. As though you have released something more than a smooth polished piece of rock.”

“I wanted you to have a place where you felt safe enough to cry if I could not be with you,” says Marco Alisdair, the “magician” who created this pool for his beloved Celia.

But even without this too-personal tidbit, I think the concept of the pool alone is beautiful and sad at the same time. The described after effect is reminiscent of the light feeling I tend to have after a long prayer, but I think it would be nice to actually have a place where you can just go and be relieved of all the negative emotions you could feel, even if just for a few moments.

Aaaaand that's it! I just have to blog that, haha! I better be out now and finish this book, I owe everyone a review. Cheers and Ciao!


Sunday, July 1, 2012

Bookwormism in the Barrow Jane

Cheers to July! With my workload unexpectedly halved for next month’s issue, I’m more than ready to grab that tempting chance to spend more time with my books. All I could give my literary babies for the past few months are just my twenty- to thirty-minute jeepney rides to work. Maybe  I’ll manage to give them my weeknights and whole weekend this time. ;)

What I’m currently burying my nose into:
On my currently reading bar is Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus. While I haven’t gotten past the first fifteen chapters, I’ve already fallen in love with the author’s prose. For some weird reason it reminds me of Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief: it’s enigmatically beautiful, the straightness of all the phrases curling at the edges with hints of poetry. Not overly florid, not boringly plain. It’s just downright…good. Like a perfectly mixed coffee (or milk tea, since I’m not much of a coffee drinker).

Biblio-hunt update:
Remember that post where I was practically blog-drooling over the UK editions of Holly Black’s Curse Workers Trilogy? Well, I’ve gotten quite lucky! I have successfully acquired those same copies of White Cat and Black Heart. Check them out!

UK editions

All I need to do now is hunt for Red Glove. Random desire to complete these editions aside, I think it will be just wise to reacquaint myself with the first two books before I plunge into Black Heart. Hey, it’s technically a “thinking” book, it’s full of cons and magic, what do you expect? Besides I have no problem worming into the mind of Cassel Sharpe. That poor schmuck. Haha!

Oh, and I’ve also bought a couple of new books, despite knowing that I still have 55+ unreads on the shelves I’ve arranged a few weeks back (I’m a hopeless case, I know). Some of them are Feed by Mira Grant, The Maze Runner by James Dashner, and The Discomfort Zone by Jonathan Franzen. I’ll prioritize those, plus the ones I enumerated here.

What is the Barrow Jane?
Starting from June 30, 2012, the upper bunk of our double decker bed, also known as my pseudo-office/built-in library/slumberland entrance, is going to be officially called the Barrow Jane. Go ahead and think I’ve lost my bloody marbles for naming it (you will not be the first), but I like it. Barrow Jane is the name of a fictional place from Mike Carey’s Lucifer series, that big chunk of land with a house on it that floats on nothingness. That’s how my ‘bunk feels like, sometimes. Go figure. I’ll post a couple of snapshots of it next time.

Bought on a whim: Le Petit Prince!
I was looking for a copy of Anna Dressed in Blood in National Book Store when I stumbled upon a desk full of notebooks and planners made from recycled papers. Amidst the mountain of these eco-friendly products, I found this:

Le Petit Prince

Such a cute planner/mini-calendar. I’d love to put it on my desk in the office. Or perhaps I’ll just leave it here on the Barrow Jane, on that empty space next to Lennon (my teddy bear). Haha!


More book babblings soon!
Cheers and Ciao,