What He Had In His Shirt

I belong to to a FB subgroup (is that what they’re called?) made up of people who lived in the dorms at Sonoma State University in the 70s. One former dormie just asked us to share our earliest memory of living in the dorms. This is what I posted:

1978. There was this guy who lived in Barbera, and the first week I moved in; hell, what was I—17?—I ran into him. He was skinny, and so much older than I was, and he had this thing in his shirt— a lump and I asked him, “Hey, what’s that?” And he said, a bit startled by my slap-in-the-face curiosity, “It’s my papers, my important papers—I keep them close to me.” And so I skipped off, believing him of course. A long while later I learned that he’d fought in Vietnam, and that his bulge was actually a colostomy bag. I felt like a fool, and found myself looking away whenever I saw him—from embarrassment as well as from ignorance. Why would anyone go fight a war? I couldn’t understand it then, because I was too busy eating woody mushrooms, and picking blackberries behind the duck pond, and making out with boys in hastily-constructed lofts (you know who you are), and learning how to think critically while sitting with a cigarette in the back of  Professor Paul’s class. But I get it now. I get why people think freedom is a terrible thing to lose, even if it’s not ours to lose. And I get why so many young men didn’t have the chance or the courage to say no to defending the paranoid elite who held the rule books. I wish I knew his name so I could apologize. —- Okay, that’s my first memory of the dorms. My #2 memory is Bob Holmes trying to pick me up while I was checking my mail for the first time.

Can I Adopt A Grown Woman?

Just found this new review of my first book on Goodreads. She gave it 5 stars, but, more importantly, she wrote a rockin’ review! Through the gauze of bad grammar I give you this:

 

Roxanne Bernabe‘s review

Jan 22, 14

bookshelves: to-read

 

This is one of the books that I personally own but I’m still not finished in reading this one (until now). I bought it last 2012, December, I think—in a book sale. You know, the ones with ‘buy one take one’ thing and it costs only 99.00php so it was a great deal.

I liked the book’s cover, I bought it because it caught my attention and the title is pretty interesting too.

When I first read the first chapter of the book, I instantly stopped reading within the first page because the point of view came from an old woman.(Lol.) Elly’s mother, to be in particular. (I’m not a fan of books with old characters) I thought the rest of the book will be from Helen’s point of view that’s why I stopped reading it. And I recently tried to give it a chance when I lost my blackberry’s charger (which means I can’t read ebooks).

Anyway, I was glad that happened because I’ll probably die with the book still unread.

What made me change my mind is because of the interconnected stories. It’s my first time to encounter such concept in a book. I have watched several movies with the same concept but reading it in printed words is a whole lot better!

The sudden change of character point of view without any notice confused me at first but when I realized the said concept, I almost bowed down at the genius idea.

Here’s my thought about the book so far:

The first chapter is in present time. It shows an introduction towards Elly’s love life, and previews from her past life or should I say, when she was younger.

The second chapter is in a different point of view and we’ve already time traveled to Elly’s old love adventures without realizing it. Elly isn’t the main focus of the chapter but she’s being narrated by a different character within a different story line.

All of the chapters that I have read doesn’t have a good ending, they do not end up together. Different chapter, different guy, different characters.Every chapter emphasizes the title itself, other ‘fish’ in the sea. This book is mainly about Elly finding her true love, the man she gets to spend her whole life as she reels in a lot of wrong fishes in the sea along the way.

I think this story shows how a woman needs to kiss a lot of frog before she finds her prince.

It’s a chiclit. Finding your self, your true love and knowing what you need and don’t need.

It’s a total must read! 😀

My Book is quoted for Word of the Day–pretty cool

 
A.Word.A.Day

with Anu Garg

perse

PRONUNCIATION:
(puhrs)

 

MEANING:
adjective: Of a grayish blue or purple color.

 

ETYMOLOGY:
From persus (dark blue), from Latin Persicus (Persian), from Persia, former name of Iran. Why this color is associated with Persia is not entirely clear. Earliest documented use: 1387.

 

USAGE:

“How much the amethyst ring on her right hand mirrored the fading perse color of the sky.”
Lisa Kusel; Hat Trick; Hyperion; 2005.

 

Mine

You ever read a piece of writing, say, a poem or essay or sublime short story, and think that it’s so good the author had to write it all for you? By that I mean, that it feels as if you are the only person imaginable who is/was able to GET it and so you OWN it as yours because you can’t abide the idea that anyone on the planet is as perceptive and deep as you and so no one else could possibly appreciate this magnificent piece of writing? Hunh?