A BookGeek's Tale

I went to FullyBooked Boni High St a few days earlier (my work is somewhere near High St and I couldn't stop myself whiling away to buy a book or two) and I could not have believed my luck. From the five books I was looking for, none was available. Lol. I am itching to obtain Oate's Sexy, though as it is one of those five I asked, I still have to check other stores, perhaps Bibliarch in Waltermart P.Tamo but I doubt they have it there. I would go check Powerbooks GB5 as well as FullyBooked Glorietta.

It is my only vice as of now, purchasing, as my sister would say, books that cost fortune. The remark, I believe is a bit of an exaggeration as my collection barely reach tens of thousand in amount when put together as they are almost all paperbacks but, to put it in context, when I was in Undergrad, they were accustomed me buying from BookSale. My mom jokingly asked me once, "Walang BookSale sa Makati no?" after coming home with Murakami's Hard Boiled Wonderland which cost me around 600 bucks. Compared when I bought The Rule of Four for a hundred.

Well, I had to give this to myself. I quit smoking already and hardly drink anything with alcohol in it. I was recently diagnosed with fatty liver disease which causes me being hypertensive. So yap, I had to give in to the doctor's advice if I wanted to live longer and be a Nobel Laureate. Lol. But not reading good books is definitely out of the question so every penny that I used to spend for packs of cigs and Friday night-outs are now all going to my bookshelf. 

Reading had always been integral for me. My siblings and I were all voracious readers. Perhaps we were influenced by both our mom and dad. They are quite readers themselves, though my passion for writing I got from Mom. It started when we were younger. She, Mom, would read to us stories that made our fascination to a good yarn kindled. The likes of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," "Icarus amd Daedalus," "The Fisherman's Daughter" and "Ali Baba and the Thieves" were my absolute favorites. And we, my siblings and myself, would all look forward to bedtime when she would read us those stories that no matter how many times heard always left the same impression on me--wonder and fascination.

I guess all I am saying is that I cannot live without a book to read. I could go on for months or even years without the idiot box ( it happened, actually but that's another story) but certainly not without a good story to read and ponder on. It is not too much to say that I would die of boredom without something to read. It so part of my system that I could not possibly exist wihout them (books). So yeah, I have to scout the bookstores and look for Sexy.