REVIEW: Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn

I did it.  I read the next book by the genius behind Gone Girl, and it is far more twisted than the fuckery you witnessed in her debut novel.

Not even an exaggeration.  That’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn (Cover)

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The Mockingbird and The Watchman

So here’s the thing: some time last week, the booksphere erupted with the news of Harper Lee releasing another book.

HARPER LEE.  The author who has lived so close to anonymity in spite of her BRILLIANT “To Kill A Mockingbird” becoming an instant classic and home library staple.  The woman who never wrote another book.  The auteur known for her simplicity and quietness.


Harper Lee in 2007

I, along with the reading half of the populace including our ultra hipster aunt Babeth, exploded with joy.  Naturally, I immediately pestered Le Beau to get us copies of Go Set A Watchman on its release date July 14.  I was so giddy until I read article after article speculating that Lee’s agent and publisher might have pressured her to release the manuscript.  Here and here and here.

Supposedly, Watchman was written before Mockingbird.  Publishers then liked Mockingbird so Watchman took a back seat. So many people questioned “why now”, “are you sure” and “did she really decide on publishing” that it actually dampened my enthusiasm.

What if they’re right?  What if these people just took advantage of her simplicity and naivete that if I bought and read the book, I am effectively feeding their greed?  But I really want that book.  Mockingbird is one of the reasons why I fell in love with reading in the first place.  It is the only book I refuse to buy for myself because it’s my library and my bookstore book.  You know, walk in a library or a bookstore, pick out a book to read while you’re there.  That’s Mockingbird for me.

I think I almost chewed off my lip, actually rethinking about making Le Beau line up for that book, when I read this editorial from the New Yorker.

Harper Lee and the Benefit of the Doubt by Lee Siegel

Allow me to share a few excerpts that pretty much summarized my internal debate about this whole debacle:

Somewhere in the hysteria that has greeted news of the sequel there is an acute awareness of artistic value, of the past and of what we owe the past, and of an individual’s precious singularity. When all the hysteria dies down, and those fine sentiments come to the fore, “Watchman” might well receive the same gift that Atticus Finch gave to Tom Robinson, and which Lee, in such a trivial context, once gave to me: the benefit of the doubt.

I’m sure I want to read the Watchman, I really am. I hope these rumors and loud speculations are soon put to rest, even for the feeble reason like a less guilt ridden future purchase. Harper Lee is one of the most admired authors of all time, and her success and life could easily be the model and envy of many. It would really hurt — LIKE TO THE CORE — if anyone tries to tamper with that.

REVIEW: South of the Border, West of the Sun

As previously mentioned, I had the opportunity to encounter for the first time the work of Haruki Murakami.  A friend a while back already suggested that I start reading his work, but for some reason I never really got around it.  It wasn’t until I saw this book’s cover did I muster enough energy to purchase the book and immerse myself in it.


Talk about judging a book by its cover eh?  Hahaha.

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Monsoon survivor!

I have been meaning to blog about my emotional instability (chos) but the past days I’ve only been stuck in water.  Literally.


It’s storm season again in the Philippines, and this has to be the worst flooding our home has ever experienced.  Actually, this is just knee deep.  Some time within the day, it even reached up to my thighs.

I wonder though if it was the rain or the width of my legs that made the water rise.  Eureka! Hahaha.

This is our first regular day for the week, the first day we’re actually experiencing power.  Since Monday till about 4 hours ago, we’ve been living in black and white, and I’ve had much to ponder, not to mention finished four books in a row.  I’m waiting for the jubilant feeling to die down a bit (LIGHT!  THERE’S LIGHT!) just so I can be in the right state of mind to share with you my insights.

Not that you’re eager to hear me moping, but you get what I mean.

The books that I finished in the 80 hour non-powered days were:

  • An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
  • Paper Towns by John Green
  • The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
  • South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami

It’s like I saved the best for last.

For now, please continue praying for the ones who are yet to regain power and are still flooded here in the Philippines.  I can tell this is the first of many, so vigilance is key.

But then again there’s nothing unusual here.  After all, the Filipino spirit is unsinkable.



November, come soon

I know Catching Fire is just about to show in November (and I’m friggin’ excited for it) but I cannot help feeling eager for the conclusion.

Though it has repeatedly been compared to a Japanese flick/comic, Hunger Games brings a certain level of sensitivity in a post-modern era story quite similar to the times we’re living now.

In some spaces, the land where their houses are built upon is the burial ground of their ancestors.  We are all survivors of war, and I can only imagine the difficulty of getting back up after such a destruction.

Hope.  And I believe this explains hope the best.


It’s been raining nonstop today, and I would like to think that the skies are crying because I can’t.

Oh, what beautiful release.

Have a great week ahead, everyone. <3