That Lazy Crazy Lady Hazy
I am very pleased with today’s book sale finds. I got all of them for about Php50.00 each (roughly a dollar and a few cents… too lazy to run through a currency converter today.)
You know, I don’t have much exposure to local literature primarily because they are either unavailable or too expensive. Unless you count those romance novelitas with photographs of couples getting hot and steamy photoshopped to look like paintings on the cover page. I mean, nothing against them, but I wouldn’t want to be caught dead reading those (which pretty much sums up what I feel about Twilight as well…)
But yes, the irony is that Shakespeare, Austen and the whole lot of them western authors are more accessible than Filipino authors are even when you’re in the Philippines.
That is, until a couple of Arlene J. Chai’s books went on sale. I’ve always wanted to read her books! They were all so costly* and, I thought, very unlikely to go on sale. But they did! So despite promising myself that I wouldn’t spend on anything but index cards, Japanese paper and coffee, I took these straight to the counter. And I threw in Into a Beautiful North by Luis Alberto Urrea (who is not Filipino) as well.
These look good, and I hope they are! It’s been over a year since I’ve read any good fiction that I actually enjoyed. (I promised a review of The Other Boleyn Girl, which I also got on sale, some time ago. Unfortunately, I was generally unimpressed by it and writing a review meant that I’d have to read it again just to verify some things. And ugh. Just cannot do that again right now.)
*There are some books which I am willing to spend hundreds, or even thousands of pesos on. But I like my literature dirt cheap.

I am very pleased with today’s book sale finds. I got all of them for about Php50.00 each (roughly a dollar and a few cents… too lazy to run through a currency converter today.)

You know, I don’t have much exposure to local literature primarily because they are either unavailable or too expensive. Unless you count those romance novelitas with photographs of couples getting hot and steamy photoshopped to look like paintings on the cover page. I mean, nothing against them, but I wouldn’t want to be caught dead reading those (which pretty much sums up what I feel about Twilight as well…)

But yes, the irony is that Shakespeare, Austen and the whole lot of them western authors are more accessible than Filipino authors are even when you’re in the Philippines.

That is, until a couple of Arlene J. Chai’s books went on sale. I’ve always wanted to read her books! They were all so costly* and, I thought, very unlikely to go on sale. But they did! So despite promising myself that I wouldn’t spend on anything but index cards, Japanese paper and coffee, I took these straight to the counter. And I threw in Into a Beautiful North by Luis Alberto Urrea (who is not Filipino) as well.

These look good, and I hope they are! It’s been over a year since I’ve read any good fiction that I actually enjoyed. (I promised a review of The Other Boleyn Girl, which I also got on sale, some time ago. Unfortunately, I was generally unimpressed by it and writing a review meant that I’d have to read it again just to verify some things. And ugh. Just cannot do that again right now.)

*There are some books which I am willing to spend hundreds, or even thousands of pesos on. But I like my literature dirt cheap.

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