The Last Juror

The Last Juror
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I started reading this book of John Grisham sometime in the middle of the semester right after reading Haruki Murakami’s “Norwegian Wood”, however, it was not until this morning till I was finally able to finish reading it. Well yes, unfortunately, it took me almost a semester to read this book but I am happy to have finished the book though. Continue reading “The Last Juror”

Norwegian Wood

Norwegian Wood

Many times have I heard about this author yet I resisted buying his book because I didn’t really know him. Perhaps it’s the typical impression you would have whenever a name’s new to you. Whenever a name’s alien to you. Haruki Murakami has been a long time novelist dating back to the 1980s but it was not until recently that I came to know of his works, yes, because of pop culture. Particularly because of the 1Q84 novel of his.

One day I was searching for that 1Q84 book, but to my surprise, it was a bit expensive and since my money wasn’t enough, I chose another book of Murakami, and that was how I decided to get the “Norwegian Wood”, instead of the 1Q84. I expected less from it, but I was wrong since it was an equally good book.

The story is about a college boy who has a deep love towards an introspective young lass. However, their love for each other is complicated with the death of the young man’s best friend who happens to be the boyfriend of the girl. The boy started adapting with modern life and at the same time with the loneliness and isolation from the girl. But the girl couldn’t take the pressures and responsibilities of life thus she retreats herself further into her own world.

The conclusion of the story was sad. While I was nearing the end, I was trying to imagine placing or creating another ending for the story, not that I am not satisfied. But yes, it’s not always that we would have a happy ending. It was surely a poignant story of a young man’s first, hopeless, and heroic love.

 

5 books in queue

5 books in queue

After attending my Spanish class this afternoon, I felt a little bit boring so I went to Ayala and treated myself for dinner or for chillaxin perhaps. (It has always been my attitude to treat myself when I feel that I had overused my body in terms of abusing it to the limits)

So after I went to some stalls to look for something to be worn during our acquaintance, I had treated myself in KFC ordering 2 pcs chicken and an extra rice. Then realizations come flushing into my mind. I noticed that at times, I unconsciously become someone absurd- someone who enjoys everything alone. I go to movies alone, I eat alone may it be in fastfood chains, I go to malls alone. I enjoy almost everything alone. Is this a serious psychological problem? Or am I just enjoying doing things alone? I hope it’s not the previous but the latter.

Fourteen, my latest addition to the queue

After eating, I went to some bookstores. NBS and Gaisano since they had a booksale. Fortunately, my bookworm instincts tempted me to buy 2 new books which adds to the “to-be-read” books and makes the queue with 5 books. So both the new books of mine or libros mio (just applying what I learned today) are nonfictional which skyrocketed my interest. One is about a murder in the holy land and the other one is a story of how a young boy survived the hardness and bitterness of life at a young age with a big family.

I know it’s good to be bookworm but still I have to balance my academics so that not one will be compromised. Adios for now! 🙂

The Zahir

The Zahir

I can still remember back in 2008’s summer, I used to read books which was my way to escape from the boredom of reality and the fact that I am being subtle and stagnant because I have nothing to do. Nothing else than to sleep, eat, and sleep again.

I remember the works of Paulo Coelho, Dan Brown and Nicholas Sparks were on the list of my books to read that summer and when the class season had started, my being bookworm had eventually faded as well.

Last week, while I was in Ayala, I happen to have stopped by at National Bookstore, and to my surprise, there was a sort of energy and sort of enthusiasm that blanketed me that time and eventually, I have seen myself buying 2 books, and there I have come to know that my being bookworm is slowly rekindling.

As of this writing, I have just finished reading another novel of my favorite author, Paulo Coelho which is “The Zahir”. As expected, Paulo has once again never failed to excite and surprise me with the twists in the books.

The book was all about love, separation and finding that love again. It is not your ordinary love-separation-finding love story, rather, it entails a different view about it, a more exciting one, and a more worth learning for.

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And so it boils down to the things I have learned from the book:

1. PERSONAL HISTORY WILL TAKE ITS TOLL IN US. Personal history dictates us to become this and that because there are rules set before us, rules that we believe we ought to follow because this is how we “accordingly” know how to reach and become who we are. But it is wrong, instead, personal history will prevent us from becoming who we are, it may bring us there, but only half-way. To completely reach and become who we really are, personal history must be left and must never sojourn at our backs, there, we prevent mediocrity in our selves and we prevent following the rules that society dictates us, instead, we follow our own path.

2. A LOVE LOST MAY NOT REALLY BE A LOVE LOST. Just like me, you too might have experienced heart breaks, or perhaps break-ups. Sometimes, we think that it’s a failure. And oftentimes we ask ourselves, “Where did it go wrong?”. We seldom put into thinking that it might not really be a love that was lost. It may be a way to teach us how to be more in love. It may even direct us to go back to the path or tread again, and see what went wrong and try to, if not, repair, then learn from it.

3. WHAT THE EYE DOESN’T SEE, THE HEART DOESN’T GRIEVE. True though. So I realized now that my being jealous over so many things is good-for-nothing basically because like what such is saying, what the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve.

4. Lastly, FAVOR BANKS CAN BE USEFUL. You might have not heard of this before, but to cut the crap out, Favor Banks work like any banks we have anywhere you are right now. It’s just that money is not the thing being deposited and withdrawn, instead, favors are the ones being deposited and withdrawn. You do good to someone and that someone might or might not do you good in return. Lucky for those who shall be paid back for the favors they did, it can be useful especially when you need it the most. This just sounds like the golden rule, that you can do to others what you want others to do unto you.

Indeed, Paulo Coelho never fails to teach his readers and followers salient lessons in life. All of this might sometimes be paradoxical, but everything makes sense in the first place. Next in line will be “Handle with care” by Jodi Picoult. I promise now to myself that I shall become a bookworm once more, I’ll give it a try again this time for it doesn’t only give me an escape to boredom, it does give me lessons, and understand life through reading books.