Booklust
For those who have been tuned in since last year, you’d remember that I was on a jazz-lust more than half a year ago. Well, as much as I still love the music, there’s something that I’ve been devouring on a much higher frequency lately. I’m on a book-lust. I’ve become a bibliophile.
I mean, yeah, I was considered more bibliophilic than the average person. When you sum up the total number of books I have read, it’s higher than the average Filipinos. However, never before in my life have I ever consumed so much book within a short span of time. Within this two weeks, I’ve finished reading FOUR books! That’s more than the number of books I actually got to finish on some previous years! And what’s even surprising is that instead of feeling depleted from all the reading, I feel even greater upsurge to keep at it!
The books that I read all the way through in the past two weeks include: Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson, Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White, and Ubik by Philip K. Dick. Of the four, I like Fahrenheit 451 the best, although Ubik comes really close. All of them were pretty good though and I don’t regret finishing them (unlike Digital Fortress by Dan Brown and Bait by Karen Robards, which happen to be the worst books I’ve ever read).
Right now, I’m reading Toni Morrison’s Beloved. Yeah, I know. I’ve mentioned elsewhere that I’ve got this book since my last Birthday, but I just kept procrastinating from reading it. For some reason I didn’t find enough motivation to keep reading the book for a long time; half a year later, I’ve decided to restart. It’s become a lighter read for me now since I’ve somehow gotten more used to devouring pages and pages of literature. Delightfully I’ve learned that if reading has become a habit then reading heavier work wouldn’t be so much of a challenge. So I hope to finish this story soon, so I could move on to I am Legend, Grapes of Wrath, Siddharta, Of Mice and Men, etc. And maybe, just maybe, I’d finally get to Brothers Karamazov.
(Pardon the rather impetuous language, as I haven’t been composing my thoughts well while writing this entry)
