The Boys in the Striped Pyjamas by John Doyne: A Book Review


“A speck that became a blob that became a figure that became a boy.”

I had expected that its ending is tragic enough to blink my tears away. I could not even bring myself to turn the next last pages. I would not have cared if I had violated   one of my rules that I should finish a book no matter how disappointing or revolting it turns out to be. Just I could not withstand seeing what is going to happen next and my heart crying over another ending with which I would be overwhelmed, but I did not want to give in. This was it. Why should I back off? Face whatever the next story is.

Its catchy title written  in  striped -pyjamas   book cover is  enchanting  enough for a reader like me to pick it out from among  the other PDFs saved in my phone document. As you know, I am a poor reader. I avail of the free PDFs available on the internet. Somewhow, I enjoyed reading the book because the prose is light, the scenes are engaging despite that they are the keys to the predictable segue, the main character Bruno is the embodiment of my childhood curiosity, and the story is very unique, something I  have never read from the other  fictions. However, although I may not be a full-fledged writer, I may consider myself climbing on the bandwagon of the armchair writers that it is poor-written, one of the shortcomings that may have let down their high standards.

For me, this is just a light book; it is imbued with ponderous prose. It does not have any hefty words your brains have to weigh in on or cerebrally hemorrhagic sentence structures you have to turn over in your mind (as what a grammar Nazi does.) You can concentrate on it no matter how simple the syntax is except for shrinking from the simplicity and shiftlessness of some sentences John Doyne may not have cared about embellishing them more.

Also, you might find yourself deeply engaged in it because Bruno is such a pig-headed wren. His character is the lubricant of the story. His being a pain in the ass soothes the story to become more calmly enthralling. However, there were times that I would trip over some parts only   experienced and critically acclaimed writers have to know what I am trying to drive at.  Don’t get me wrong. I belong to the armchair writers.

In addition, you would not just be a reader but a soothsayer. You could almost   play in your mind the foretaste of the unexpected. I was wondering if it was John Doyne, not his readers, was (not) born yesterday.  In the first place, I had inferred that Bruno will die at the end because his buttoned-up and power monger father will not educate him about the concentration camp Bruno will mistake for a farm. Oh, poor Bruno. His father’s ignorance of a child’s psyche will accidentally put him to death. Lo and behold, I have read such a tragic ending from the other books. (Thinking) … (Walking back and forth)… (Thinking)… Eureka! I’m Not Scared by Italian writer Niccolò Ammaniti must be one of them. So, it’s another meme of the same idea. Could you help me cite some more?

In effect, the concept of the story brushing off all the shortcomings that did not meet the high standards of the armchair writers is supposed to be impressive. I bought some Doyne’s “literary gimmicks” First, Bruno’s “stupid or idiotic “innocence. I admit to cringing at it because I knew that Bruno was not that stupid enough not to understand everything in the story given that he is two years younger than his sister. A reader   ignorant of child psychology may ask this,” Is there such a cognitive condition?”  Second, the deep friendship between the two boys developed at a barbed boundary. It is something new for me. Third, to make the commonly accidental tragedy memorable, the scene is both Bruno and Shmuel are stuck in a line toward the gas chamber. Finally, unbeknownst to Bruno’s family, he will die in the gas chamber and his loss will remain a mystery. So, after reading the book, I sat speechlessly, imagining the chamber   fading away, and I could no longer hear the cries muffled by the gas poured in. Heart-breaking! Indeed, it is a story readers might never forget.

Writers have drops of ideas plopping in their heads, but the big challenge for them is how to creatively put them together with beautiful prose.  By the same token, they have to psychologize the possible reactions of their readers because nowadays readers are smart. They are now being educated by full access to a plethora of information on the internet.  For this reason, John Doyne should have needed more elbow grease to polish the story.  It could  most likely  get more than two stars. Gee! Indeed, I am an armchair writer.

I have just found its movie adaptation on YouTube. I wonder if it is the other way around. 🙂

Rating: 2/ 5 stars ( It’s ok.)


Wild Swans: Three Daughters of China by Jung Chang: A Book Review

Reading the book with turon, a famous Filipino delicacy

Thick. Voluminous. Its Flamingo edition has 696 pages. I laid it aside many times. I didn’t know how to finish it , but I wanted to  heap it soon onto the other books read and unread; I was obsessed with the other  new books I had splurged on. When I gave it a shot for the third time; I was so already excited  that  I was close to its real-life –saga ending. Then, I was stuck again, in some  harrowing  parts I had to understand by heart and turn over in my mind . There, I trudged along. I was almost cross-eyed at the figures and  facts I could grasp no more , tearing my hair  until I could  let out a deep breath. ( Heavy sigh) Finally, I was done . My verdict: I SHOULD HAVE READ IT ALL ALONG WHILE I WAS DEEPLY  ENGAGED IN POLITICAL DISCOURSE ON SOCIAL MEDIA DURING OUR NATIONAL PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION. Its vivid details could have been mesmerizingly engaging, heart-breaking, and eye-opening. Besides, I came back to my senses  that communism turns out to be an ineffective form of government after all. Also, out of my ignorance, somehow, I brushed upon some   historical facts about Mao Zedong, the man I have been curious about, or I could have been looking up to because of his numinous image.

One of the big challenges for a writer, particularly an autobiographer, is to write all the blow-by-blow accounts to make the book appear accurate and credible. There are instances that some are laconic with their stories; they only choose the situations which could be appealing to their audience. ( It’s a matter of marketing strategy, I guess.) Who could dare write a book that is so full of dramatic but petty details? Of course, padding the book could be intended to impress its audience. And I don’t think it’s Jung Chang’s intention.   Never mind its mind-boggling  and undermining Chinese names of persons, places, and technical words buzzed if you   don’t have these ears for language . You will still be abandoned to the waves of negative emotions each daughter draws off- pain, endurance, hopelessness, despair, cruelty, savageness, you name it. Whoa, woe to you. Sit tight! Make sure that you have this empty chest.

After all, the book is not just about novelizing Jung Chang’s experiences but a way of letting go of the past. She used this as the instrument for cauterizing all the  feeling and thoughts she had pushed to  the  darkest corners of her mind for a long decade under Mao Zedong’s  said totalitarian government. Also, through this book, she had rectified all the injustice her entire ancestors, particularly her parents and grandma, had suffered for a long time. She had the chance to clear of all the  political mud  slung against her families that went down in Chinese history, which was eventually expurgated after Mao Zedong’s  political failure.  At the same time, she had the chance to reminisce about the good memories which shaped her up as a strong and intelligent woman.  However, as far as I know, the New China has not recognized the essence of her book  yet  out of jingoism. In fact, it was banned when it was published  in 1992.

This book   has been translated into 37 languages. No doubt. Quite apart from its heart-breaking themes, it is worth reading because it opens our mind. It will probably change our view points of the social issues in our contemporary era. You will understand that every country has different culture when it comes to family, society, and politics. So, you might come to realize that all the cultures could be immoral but stuck up in a time warp, especially when   human dignity is   already trodden. Everything is changing as is nature. Nonetheless, after all, I can’t cry bloody murder  if such backward culture existed before ; it even did in our country, elsewhere. (Heavy sighs) Dare I say that we humans are still underdeveloped   even up to this day, or it is just a matter of the philosophy of  relativism? Look what is China now. North Korea. Some Middle East countries. The armpits of  Africa. Even in state-of-the-art European nations. Now the issue is Brexit if you are aware of its referendum.

The book’s theme Cultural Revolution  disabused me of that communism is not politically, socially, and economically feasible at all in a country that needs big social changes wherein all people should be ideally equal.  I have been enlightened as an idealistic citizen  that humans are fallible, that there is no such Utopia in a modern world. Evils have been part of the  natural laws  since the world began. ( heavy sigh)

Ever since I took to history subject, I have never had the clear details on Mao Zedong’s life. I was just tipped off  that he was a cruel president of China , that he killed many babies, that he was revered as god. However, Jung Chang did not describe him much in the book. She was too euphemistic about him as though she still respected him despite all the pains China had suffered. In the end, I was not satisfied.  I am still more  curious about him . Who is Mao Zedong? Fiddlesticks! A red thick biography  about him that  I always see in a  premier book store is now sparking my curiosity. The good thing is Jung Chang and her husband Jon Halliday wrote a biography about him : Mao: The Unknown Story. Interesting! As a matter of fact, she wrote another biographies about  Empress Dowager Cixi and  Madame Sun Yat- Sen. I hope to luck out and find them!

Rating: 5/ 5 stars ( It’s undeniably amazing.)

Bread Givers by Anzia Yezierska: A Book Review

6a00e5535ff83b88330148c8234d63970cEven up to this day, in the Philippines, fathers are still considered as the head of the family. No matter what happens, he is the one who decides against anything concerning familial problems. It is neither the mother nor the eldest child. It is just him none other than anyone else in the family. There are some cases that a father figure tends to be authoritarian and dictatorial. No matter what you opine of is not acceptable for him. Your opinions and suggestions will just go in the ear and out the other. He imposes draconian rules whether you like them or not. So all you have to do is shut your mouth and live with intestinal fortitude. Otherwise, he will hurl abuse at you, or if you are a son, he will make a man of you by punching you in the chest or stomach. The classic one? He will redden your ass with his flagellant belt. If you happen to be a girl, he will turn your face black and blue with his iron palm. Do I sound  exaggerated? Take it for granted if you are in the same boat. I guess you understand what I am talking about. If you remonstrate with me, well, luckily, you never have this kind of father. Neither do I.

As a social science student, I have learned that the common reasons why a man is  perceived to be the head of the house are based on distorted culture molded by ancient teachings particularly such as of Confucianism and Christianity. Men are superior to women. Men are biologically stronger than women. So with these patterns of learned ideas, we learn that we, I mean you , should pay homage to us men. Bravo! Thanks to those misleading bodies of teachings! We are always put on the pedestal. Consequently, we peoples in the world tend to be incorrigible. No wonder there is no world peace. (charot!)

The good thing is we are creatures of human expression. We can express our disappointment in human ignorance through literature. And this is what Anzia Yezierska must have intended; she wrote Bread Giver that deals with the clash between the Old World and the New World. The consequence? A masterpiece everyone deep-seated should read.

Anzia Yezierska was a Jew immigrant in New York in the 1900’s. She may have been one of those immigrants, along with her family, escaped the pogrom in Russia and was stopped at  Ellis island from entering the US  when the American President was still in the air whether it should adopt the immigrants or not. (I just read this information from Nicholson Baker’s book Human Smoke: The Beginnings of World War II, the End of Civilization.)One thing I am cocksure about Yezierska: As an immigrant, she went through the pressures of American dream in New York where she and her family ventured in to survive. In her novel, Bread Givers, although it was said to have been drawn deep inspiration from her immigrant experience, she wrote a story dealing with what kind of culture she may have grown up with- her father’s patriarchal authority, struggles with feminine independence, and grinding poverty. So this novel will make you tear your hair and your toes curl.

The only thing you might notice in the book is Yezierska’s writing styles. The sequence of the stories is not similar to other surreal books you love to bury yourself in. Every scene is so fast that you will end up in a hanging position as if you want to read more at full length. Probably, you are used to much description.  Nonetheless, for me, it is not that a big deal.

Yezierska’s setting begins with endless scenes crawling with miseries which are so annoying, frustrating, soporific, and heart-breaking that I carp at her intention. So, amidst of reading it, I predict that the ending of the story could be like a-happily-ever-after denouement. However, as the story goes deeper, the more foolishly miserable the story becomes until I come to the point that it might be a disappointing story after all. In the end, the story turns out to be more interesting because of the main character‘s determination to surpass all the struggles. On the other hand, I did not like the way Yezierska wrote the sequence of the events: fast and slapdash.

The hallmark of this book is its quotable and witty dialogues. You can be serious about the philosophical dialogues among the characters, but you will end up finding them funny. However, be ready for the character of Mr. Reb Smilonsky. You might go mad at him  that you might feel like  engaging him in a debate over  religion and life. As a Jew, he is always preaching to his children( Masha, Bessie, Fania, and Sarah, the narrator)  the teachings of the Old Torah especially the statement that , “ Women can’t go to heaven without men.” Or “ Only through a man can a woman an existence.” In other words, he teaches the traditional Jewish culture that men are superior to women. So there are times that I put  this book down for a moment gnashing my teeth as though I can no longer stand listening to a character, a byword for hypocrisy, megalomania, and grandeur delusion.

Another highlight of the book is the grammar structures of the sentences. Anzia Yezierska’s English must be old –fashioned since she was a Jew. I cringe at the sentences, but they convey substantial tones and emotions. I am predisposed to anger, annoyance, and empathy, so I am no bothered at them at all. Every scene  tends to carry  me away.

Most importantly, I really liked the book -despite that it may not be among the crème de la crème of critically acclaimed novels  – because  it is scattered with different themes: hypocrisy, wrong culture, feminism, Americanism, human Independence, and determination.

Bread Givers is not the only one I have read dealing with immigrant life in America. My heart broke when I first read The Jungle  by Upton Sinclair. I was also astounded at The Assistant by Bernard Malamud  which the TIME magazine included in its list for 100 Best Novels of All Time since 1924.Last year. I ranked My Ántonia by Willa Cather first in my top ten favorite books in 2015. For non-fiction, I read Richard Rodriguez’s Hunger of Memory which narrates his education life in the US as a gringo and the other one, ‘Tis by Frank McCourt  on his  life adventure  in America. For local books, I read Carlos Bulosan’s America Is in the Heart: A Personal History  and Bulosan: An Introduction With Selections .All  of these  books bear the same concept: American dream. No wonder reading just the likes of them have a significance impact   upon readers like me.

Next time , I will read The Big Sleep  by Raymond Chandler. Hooray!

Rating: 4/ 5 stars ( I really liked it.)


Lila (Gilead #3) by Marilynne Robinson : A Book Review


When I found it  by chance at a Book Sale branch , I muttered, “ Finally, I got you. I have been looking for you.” , holding it as though I did not  let any book scavengers  there to swoon over it, for they could have been in the same boat with me. When I went home, I wrapped it with plastic cover as how I usually take care of my books with gloves, especially it is a hard bound in pristine condition- very clean and unused; I love hard bounds!  I   tend to   read them with more enthusiasm. In fact, it may appear idiosyncratic  for you , but I would  bundle it  with a paper bag to make sure that it  would  not  be stained with any dirt  inside my bag wherever I brought it with me to school.

Gee, that’s how I was motivated to read Lila, along with Gilead and Homecoming upon reading Home ( 4 stars ). I was impressed by Home in which I discovered  Robinson’s   unique writing styles- unconventional , quietly boring but lyrically spell-binding   and   cathartically  smoothing.

However, I confess that I regret having read it. Take my advice. Why?

Both  the characters Rev. James Ames and Rev. Boughton  are already mentioned in the first and second books:  Rev Ames in Gilead and Rev. Boughton in Home.  In Lila, Rev. Ames’s and Bro. Boughton’s  life stories , especially their deep relationship and life stories left behind in the aforementioned books are interrelated. It is much better that you have some  ideas  of the two books so you can understand the story more deeply.

Therefore, I confess that I had a hard time appreciating it.

Probably, I am not inured to the sentences cleverly unconventional. They seem to be unintelligible to me. I just let the words float in the chambers of my mind, or  I did not let myself blend into the background of the story. I just read and read .

Maybe, compared to Home which I felt   the heart-oozing effects , I should have had  to  absorb  grossly in the book although I could feel the hidden emotions. Maybe, this one, Robinson’s Gilead # 3  did not pass my taste. I wonder about her Gilead which I should have read first.

Still, the book is remarkably paralleled to any other contemporary writers. I liked her way of unconventional writing styles. She does not care whatever writing standards she should conform to as long as she writes all the  out-of-this-world ideas running inside of her mind. She just writes and writes and writes. That’s it!

Still, the plot of the story is as labyrinthine as her unconventional writing style that I was challenged to hang in there just to  get at the  real  concept of the story, as though  it is hidden by  grass and shrubs growing rampant in an uncharted territory somewhere in an openly wide place of a jungle which only few could reach.

Its theme   has little resemblance to  the  other Black-American novels ‘ that someone older marries someone younger.  In some Black-American novels I have read such as in the Pulitzer-Prize winning novel, The Color Purple by Alice Walker and even in some novels of Toni Morison, one of my most favorite contemporary writers, usually older black men are into relationship with younger  ones. However, they   illustrate their   black masculine   and patriarchal superiority to   black women, not far different from what white men did in the past, but in this novel, the man is a preacher, the antithesis of  the said patriarchal superiority.  With this idea, I had predicted that the preacher,Rev. Ames ,would change the other parts of the story, but I swallowed my words.  For instance, take a double look at the conversation   below between   Rev.  Ames and his young wife , Lila,  that shivered in  my spinal cord:

“I guess there’s something   the matter with me, old man. I can’t love you as much as I love you. I can’t feel as happy as I am.”

“ I know, “ he said. “ I don’t think    it’s anything to worry about. I don’t worry about it, really.”

“ I got so much life behind me.”

“ I know.”

“ I miss it sometimes.”

He nodded. :” We aren’t so different. There   are things I miss .”

She said, “ I might have to go back to it sometime. The part I could go back to , what with the child.”

“ Yes, “ he said.” I’ve given that some thought .  I know you’ll do the best you can. The best that  can be done. I’ll be leaving you on your own. We’ve both always known that. I can’t tell you how deeply I regret it.“

This conversation brainwashed   my moralistic view, of society ,  all along that age has nothing to do with an intimate relationship. Probably, an old man can marry a younger   girl, beyond the questions of biological and mental aspects.

As a rule, books have latent meanings, so do not just read it literally. Rev. James Ames has a big role in molding Lila’s existentialism and   spirituality as does Lila in his life. That’s why I liked it. However,  the only challenge as I put it above is how to get the gist of it since Robinson’s prose is like grass and shrubs growing rampant in an uncharted territory. Indeed, Marillynne Robinson is now considered as one America’s most  significant writers. ^^

Since- I apologize to  spoiling it- Reverend dies at the end of the story, I wonder what Robinson has in the store. Probably, Lila’s son is the next story?  But as of now I’ve been obsessed about her Gilead. I  should read it first.  By then, I will have  been groomed to read her next book. ^^

Rating : 3/ 5 stars ( I liked it. )

Home (Gilead #2) by Marilynne Robinson: A Book Review


“You must forgive in order to understand.” Marilynne Robinson, Home

There may be different kinds of readers. Readers who read something exciting that you almost tear or crumple the next page, something intriguing which  scenes or characters dwell upon you, something compelling that you would be keyed-up about and share with your friends, or something that you are excited to wait for its sequel. I may be this kind of reader. However, it has always occurred to me how a reader puts up with something quiet, something that does not show liveliness among the characters in the story, and something that a writer intends to tell in a smooth, calm voice, and something that can make you throw it up in the air, for you find it so boring. HOME by Marilynne Robinson is the one that could be mistaken for. Nonetheless, there is something far different about this book, something newer, more unparalleled than I had expected.

This book does not only beg the question of what HOME is, but also this is conducive to catharsis. If you have these pent-up emotions, reading it can somehow soothe you. You might not help yourself holding back your tears, welling up in your eyes. If you have been nursing a grudge against your father or even against any member of the family- brother, sister, or mother- you might cave in to forgiveness. You may not harbor ill will toward them. In fact, this book is reminiscent of your childhood. You might remember all the moments you spent with your family at a place you considered your HOME, and now they are gone. So when you read this book, you might have these indescribable feelings whenever you turn each page as though you are being healed, for you may relate to the story. But I believe whoever reads it can be vulnerable.

This book, no doubt, won the 2009 Orange Prize  for fiction, Long  Angeles TIMES Book Prize  , one of the “100 Notable Books of 2008” by The New York Times, one of the “Best Books of 2008” by The Washington Post, one of the “Favorite Books 2008” of The Los Angeles Times, one of the “Best Books of 2008” of The San Francisco Chronicle, as well as one of The New Yorker book critic James Wood’s ten favorite books of 2008. (Source: Wikipedia)

Despite the fact that its author has received a good deal of prestigious awards and is well-known for her other critically acclaimed novels such as Gilead  and Housekeeping, I had not  laid a finger on nor given a thought of buying it even though it is almost dirty cheap in BOOKSALE branches . In addition, its common cover in any publishing edition, illustrating a rocking chair, known as Morris chair in the story, had given me an idea that this book might have been monotonous. But not at all! This turned out to be a good read and I would highly recommend it to everybody.

Mmm,I want to get healed more by Marilynne Robinson by reading her Gilead which is a companion to Home. Although I should have first read the Gilead,giving it 4 stars is reasonable; I really liked it.

I can predict that M. Robinson will be one of my favorite writers. ^^

Rating : 4/ 5 stars  ( I really liked it. )

Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton: A Book Review


How do you rate your books on Goodreads?

When I joined Goodreads in 2013, I had no conception of what criteria I should have based on rating the books I read. I just rated based on my satisfaction. But the longer I use this site, the more I come to the ideas that there are two bases how I rate a book. First, I rate the books objectively based on the writing styles although I have no background in literary studies. Second, I rate the books subjectively based on their impacts upon me.

Giving it 1 star does not mean that this Edith Wharton’s novel is inferior, nor did she make hash out of it. Not that. In fact, I was impressed by her neat writing skills as well as how she used the literary device flashback in creating this novel. She began the story under the auspices of a man narrating at the present situation, observing a crippled man, Ethan Frome, he finds mysterious. Then, the preceding chapters tell the historical background of the characters. The final chapter will make readers realize that the ‘smash-up” referred to in the first chapters has something to do with the middle parts. Reading it was like a retrograde step. Sounds interesting, doesn’t it? Therefore, objectively speaking, I would give it 4 stars. Hahaha However ,it just so happened that I abandoned myself to its story. I did not like it.

Why didn’t I like it? I found the story IMMATURE, ANNOYING, and LAUGHABLE .


Obviously, the love story between Ethan Frome and Mattie Silver is illicit passion. In other words, the act is no longer morally appropriate, for Ethan Frome is married and Mattie Silver is his wife’s cousin. Besides, Ethan appears to be childish. He does not act his age . On the other hand, Mattie is fucking coquettishly demure. So their dialogues drove me crazy.


Edith Wharton may have intended to write such plots with some “bologna” settings. Would you care about the broken plate and how they will repair it with glue ? Their insistence on buying glue added to the fuel more. Grrr! Also, Would you not get upset about Ethan’s sentiment in how nostalgic he is for Mattie?


The romantic dialogues between Ethan Frome and Mattie Silver make my toes curl. In addition, both decide against committing suicide by hitting the elm tree on sled. (In fact, this scene is now classic. ) Eventually, both will be miserably crippled. The ridiculous part is that Ethan Frome’s wife Zeena will be the one to take care of them.

It’s not that I am trying to be the immoralist. As a matter of fact, I consider myself an amoral Babbit. Hahaha

Now I have understood why it is said to be Edith Wharton’s most revealing novel. There is a method in her madness, but I’d rather go sledding.  ^^

Rating: 1/ 5 stars ( I didn’t like it. )

Eating Fire and Drinking Water by Arlene J. Chai: A Book Review

arlene1Arlene Chai is a Filipino-Chinese author who migrated to Australia during the political chaos in 1982. Due to her martial law experience, she is known for her skills in weaving the political problem in the Philippines to her fictions. Her first novel THE LAST TIME I SAW MOTHER became a best-seller in Australia and was eventually published in the USA, the UK, and the Philippines.

The style of the story is very typical of a Filipino novel. It deals with the regime of the late President Ferdinand Marcos as well as the modern socio-political culture and values at that time. The story primarily centers around the self-discovery of the main character, Clara Perez, an amateur newspaper reporter, about the origin of herself. Then, she will be involved in the political life of the activist, Luis Bayani.

Obviously, Arlene J. Chai wants to depict the political life of the late President Marcos, along with former First Lady, Imelda Marcos although Chai does not directly refer to them. But through the characters, plots, and settings she used, I could guess their representation:

1. El Presidente = The late President Ferdinand Marcos
2. Madam= Former First Lady Imelda Marcos. In the novel, she is depicted as “imeldific”.
3. Loyola University= it could be Ateneo de Manila University or University of the Philippines-Diliman
4. Lacson Bridge= The bridge across the Pasig River
5. Smokey Mountain= Payatas Dumpsite
6. Colonel Aure=he could represent the butchers of Marcos.
7. Luis Bayani= He could be Benigno Aquino Sr. However; he does not completely resemble him. It must be a twist or other heroic figure at that time.

What I liked about this novel is that it has many beautiful passages. It only proves that Chai has what it takes to be a good writer. However, the only problem is the plots of the story. There are some garden-variety parts which I found hackneyed. They appear to be “deadwoods “and “hedging words’ which lost my excitement. I guess I ‘m almost familiar with them such as telltales, legends, a part that an aristocratic mother hates a beautiful poor girl whom her son will fall for, or a part that a child was adopted by a covenant of nuns, and blah blah blah. Uhmmm. I understand that these kinds of situations are very common in the Philippine culture, but patawarin ako( forgive me) , I’m fed up with them. I wish she had focused on the topic about the Martial Law. If it were not its cute, feminine, and colorful paperback, I would not have  been  driven to finish it. ^^

Rating : 2/ 5 stars