books, bow

I rarely or don’t buy at all Filipino pocketbooks for two reasons: I have this stigma that local novels are corny and passé because I  can’t help but associate them with Martha Cecilia’s novels. Second, i grew up reading English novels. I remember back in grade school, we have a DEAR—drop everything and read—time wherein we should read anything.  And i don’t remember having read any Filipino written books back then.

Today, I am trying to read Filipino novels/comics.

Thanks to PDI, I ended up buying and collecting Manix Abrera’s Kiko Machine. His comics are witty and funny.

 Last year, I bought Eros Atalia’s Ligo na U, Lapit na Me, not because he is going to be our professor for this semester but I think his book is worthy of trying. Too bad, we were not able to watch it as a Cinemalaya entry. Tss.

Because of sir’s wit, I ended up buying his other book—Peksman (mamatay ka man) Nagsisinungaling Ako.

My love for English novels on one hand has not changed, in fact I have four more books to read. 

Gone with the Wind, Why We Shouldn't Eat Our Boogers, Anne Frank diary, Sense and Sensibility