Although there are still lots of books I want to keep up with, especially I am financially pathetic, I still can’t hold back my insatiable desire to check the new stocks of books in a book store which sells cheap local and imported books. Books are my life. The books I have collected are my pride and joy, my cherished possessions. I wish there were such a job that I would be paid for reading a book I would write my thoughts of …of…of… I wish there were such a job that I would be paid for reading a book I would write my thoughts of …of…of..I wish there were such a job that I would be paid for reading a book I would write my thoughts of …of…of..( echoes) I wish the Universe were conspiring with my wishful thinking.
The new books on my list – actually , I wanted to buy four books, but I considered the imminent financial perils – are The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks– I am really addicted to his works- and The Autobiography of Santa Claus by Jeff Guinn.
The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks is included on 1001-Best-Novels-You-Must-Read-Before-You-Die list. It’s been my goal to read all the books on the list, so I don’t need to hang back whenever I see any of those books on the list unless they are still in pristine condition. Yeah, I wish to read those books before I depart the world, and I am still working my way to them.
The novel catapulted Iain Banks to fame. It is said that its eccentric concept caused him to cook up new ideas only he was famous for. Although I have set which books I should read by the end of the year, I would really love to give it a try. I want to take advantage of this galvanic effect electrifying throughout my whole body to speed up my interest in reading.
I am planning to read The Autobiography of Santa Claus on the long Christmas holiday. Fortunately, it is weekend here in the Philippines. I can imagine myself now that I would be like a Scrooge in The Christmas Carol absorbed in it, perched on our bamboo chair . I would just be dead to the world busy painting itself red. I would just be turning deaf to the warm greetings of my family and God children. Aha, I would simply paint a portrait of a Stoic.
I don’t believe in Christmas anymore after I announced here on my blog three years ago that I am an avowed atheist . If I give gifts to my loved ones, I do it for the sake of ” pakikisama” and showing respect to their happiness.
I want to read this book because I want to know all the history behind famous people’s numinous faces in public just the like of Santa Claus. Santa Claus has been a positive persona for Christians, especially for children whose logical reasoning is still underdeveloped. I admit that I was one of those adult now who was once deceptively inculcated in his Godly existence. Aha, I am now excited who Santa Claus was.
Thirty two days left. I failed to have read as many as 100 books within this year. I was busy pulling an all-nighter for the Korean language. At the same time, I was swerved off to the other direction where I turned into a life I should have experienced in my 20’s. But, I don’t want to live full of remorse; the memories I have shared with are as worth accomplishing as finishing an ambitious and voluminous book. So, no matter what the universe is in store for me, I will still hold on to my bibliophilic leanings. 🙂