It is my first time to have bought a book written in Filipino at National Book Store despite that I find its price ( 175 pesos ) pretty expensive compared to the books in Book Sale. Usually, one of the reasons , aside from the fact that I am a certified bibliophile and bookworm, why I prefer to buy books written in English is to enhance my English skills in my profession and desire to be a good writer alike . Eventually, without regret, I fell in love with it ; its essays and stories are solemnly and deeply written like a deep well stored with the water that time had never fetched. Thus, it is realistic, audacious; and above all, heart-rending .
I was impressed and moved by Genaro Gojo Cruz’ s “innocent” determination to pull through all the miserable things he experienced , by how he managed to support and finish his studies , by how he filled his vacuous self despite that he came from a broken family. Besides, I liked his pesky innocence, typical of a boy bothered by this complicated world . You can relate to him if you really come from a poor family. While reading it, I remembered Frank McCourt’s trilogy ( Angela’s Ashes, ‘Tis, and Teacher Man ) , ones of my all-time favorite books. Their life stories have somehow complete resemblance.
Gojo Cruz has received Palanca Award twice for his exceptional skills in writing children stories. I should not give him any shadows of a doubt ; I liked his writing styles. He sounds like your new friend telling you some stories- not just that they are stories but meaningful and inspiring. I bet my life that you would not get tired of him. In fact, I have this condition that he renders me unmoved in the air . Then, I tend to blurt out, “Encore, I want to read his other books more! “ ( Overwhelmed )
As a matter of fact, I hung back twice whether I had to buy and read it or not because its paperback designs and color are not that appealing to me . ( Well, I did not mind it is a YA after all.) It just looks like a children book. I thought that I would have just wasted my money contrary to what the superannuated cliché goes, “ Don’t judge the cover of a book.” In the end, this book turned out to be worth reading; it has something to do with the author’s life.
If I am not mistaken, the pretext why the book cover’s color is orange is that it was once his moniker , which is the anagram of his name Genaro, whenever he traded names with his friends; whereas, the jeepney drawn in the middle part was his father’s .
If you are a book critic, you might be of the opinion that Genaro may have intended to write it with “ paawa ( self-pity ) effect just to be on the market and see if it would be going like hotcakes. (In fact, this may-have-been idea did the tricks ; the book seems to have been flying off the shelves since it was launched last year. I can no longer see a large stack in National Book Store branches . ) But in my humble opinion, Genaro is so brave that he was able to narrate his personal life , especially since he is now a well-liked university professor ( not that I know of ). It is not so easy that you have to muster enough courage to share your bitter feelings you may be harboring for a long time and memories with others at all. He must have intended to do so but to inspire others , notably those children out there who have been dreaming of a prosperous life far from the miserable reality they are going through as what happened to him.
I like Genaro’s philosophy that poverty is a downright hindrance to finishing your studies and dreams. It is downright wrong to believe that it is not at all. If so, how? The answer is simple : follow Genaro’s principles of practicality. Besides, I agree to his another belief that IQ has nothing to do with a student’s capability to succeed; we all can reach our potential. Be hard-working, persevering, and determined. Do not give up. Get a life as you know it is a matter of choice.
Now, I must be enamored with Gojo Cruz. ( Blushing) I am now kicking to buy and read other Filipino books more . Of course, I include his as one of the books I will follow enthusiastically.
On the verge of finishing it , Genaro happened to be my former university classmate’s uncle. My classmate’s middle initial is also Gojo Cruz. I was more thrilled by this fact when I remember him so proud to tell us about his uncle repeatedly. As a matter of fact, I have been to their place in Bulacan where Genaro grew up. Then, I stayed in the place with my classmates for a project in Sociology for a few days. There I saw the places as well as his little house plus the private library Genaro mentioned in his book. However, I did not see the well; it must be the artificial well beside my classmate’s house where I washed my hands. What a small world! Now I have understood my classmate’s personality. It runs in the family! ^^
Rating: 5/ 5 stars ( It is amazing. )