I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness

delirious hoarding crazy

Hoarding everyday, hoarding all the way.

Merry Christmas to me.


(Obviously, the best mind of this generation is me. CHAROT SANTOS.)

It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

It’s been a pretty eventful week. (Lots of writing was involved and that’s probably the reason I can’t write this post without spell-checking or considering whether my words convey the proper emotions.) But today was definitely a worthy conclusion to my poetic heartaches.

So, as you can see, this holiday season has been an exercise in not being materialistic. Yeah, that’s why I went to Market Market and went starving hysterical naked over the 50-75-100 peso books. Yeah, that’s exactly it.

All that shiz worth 600. On a good day, 600 is worth like a novel and a notebook. TODAY HAS BEEN AN AWESOME DAY.

Of course, there stands the question of when I actually plan to read all that, but that’s the beauty of the last week before break. The sweet, sweet anticipation of things you plan to do, but never actually get around to doing. So, as of now, I don’t intend to read those books. I just intend to look at them until they melt. My to-read pile is around 12-15 books high right now. Melting would do it good.

I’ve been craving decent YA for the past couple of weeks and I’m glad I managed to get a few quality ones. ie, the ones without a frakking girl on the cover. I went to Powerbooks Mega yesterday–I am still very bitter toward its downsizing, but a girl’s gotta read–went to the nearest YA shelf and, I am not kidding you, ALL OF THEM HAD A GIRL ON THE COVER. Most of the time, the girl wasn’t even doing anything except stare dramatically at the reader, or have her face cut off at the edge of the cover. At least the girl on the Wintergirls cover looks…wintry. (Was there a time when guys were on the covers of YA books?) Also, Laurie Halse Anderson is one of the few female YA authors whose plots aren’t complete sex-driven and for that (and Speak and @replying to me once on Twitter) I love her to eternity.

Pictures of Hollis Woods was a book I’ve had my eye on since I saw it at the lounge thing we had for the Talentfest back in my first year of high school. It’s a nice surprise and I grabbed at it right away. (I actually kind of grabbed at everything.) Same goes for Louis Sachar’s Small Steps. I’m a bit concerned that they’d be a bit too childish for me now, but 1. authors I haven’t tried yet are decent until proven otherwise 2. anything without a fricking girl on the cover must be worth a look.

#2 was the reason I picked Freak Magnet without even knowing what it was about. Also, the original price was like 659 and the sale price was 100. Can’t argue with those numbers.

Picked The Fortress of Solitude because I was interested in reading something by Jonathan Lethem that wasn’t Freedom. need to find a way to tell Jonathan Lethem and Jonathan Franzen apart. (Seriously, I had to look at Goodreads to check whether I had that Freedom quip right.)

Away We Go is a cool movie. Jack Kerouac is a cool man and I’d been using Belief and Technique for Modern Prose as a calendar for the past few months. The 19th has always been a good day. Also, that copy had pictures and I’m willing to pay 50 pesos to see Kerouac, Ginsberg and Burroughs living it up in the 50s.

There were a few that didn’t actually make the cut: Hellbound Hearts and Spud: The Madness Continues both didn’t make it because I hadn’t read the original. (I was just tempted to take STMC because it was still plastic-wrapped. If books were guys, plastic would be a suit. No one can resist a suit.) Also, there was a David Foster Wallace quote books somewhere in there, something about fishes and water, but it turned out to be an essay divided into a paragraph per page. I’m not as willing to pay for Wallace as I am for Kerouac, I’ll give you that.

Deep inside, I really had my eye set on a Levithan book (actually, I was hoping that Naomi and Ely or Dash and Lily would pop up somewhere) and this fanfic-y book that was written by a 19-year-old, but overall, I’m very happy with my haul. I don’t know if that just comes with getting a good great hella awesome bargain or because the book-buying has become such a cathartic–if going crazy counts as cathartic–experience that happiness is practically inscribed into the activity, but I’m very very happy.

Also, all this has just inspired me to work harder at school. How very non-sequitur of me, I know, but since the loss of fandom, the aimlessness has been taking over. (This has especially taken its toll on me spiritually but that’s another story.) I’m just grateful for anything that can spur me forward through the last week of school, and for now, the thought of settling down and reading a good YA book is just that.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some makeshift knitting to do.


About shaniquasparkles
Fangirl writes. Has never written fanfiction. Pretends to write six-word stories.

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