Shalom.
It's friggin' hot. I'm burning here. sobsss. +.+
So, what was the topic again? A book i love? i love BOOKSSS! Contrary to the popular belief, i believe a good reader / bookworm / book addict / reading nerd can't read a book in an hour. or a box of them in just a week. or like read 365 / 356 books a year. no. no it's not like that.
A good reader reads so profoundly that s/he leaves no page / word / image, heck even any symbol unturned. As for me, since i have difficulties understanding deep words and complicated sentences, i would have to reread and rereread and rerereread. i take forever reading a book. sometimes what we missed at first, matters the most. wow did i just gave birth to a philosophical idea? mehh.
Anyways, i had a hard time choosing which one to talk about. cause you know, there are a lottt of beautiful books out there. But without any shadow of a doubt, here it is (cue drumroll):
Not gonna write a review of this book cause others write it better than me. if you wanna know how the story goes, just type the title in your browser and jjang you can read all night. I'm just gonna tell you how i feel about this book and why i la-huvvv it soo much.
The premise of BTRPISDAW (be-terp-iz-dou) is classic. Love that stretches through childhood and adulthood. of choices. of how deep love could be.
i think Coelho did really well in telling the tale. It's like he could paint words that we feel but never could really say.
How did i find this book? well i'm a fan of Coelho. My first Coelho's book was The Witch of Portobello. personally, i think BTRPISDAW is the best among his masterpieces. He is someone who is really good at what he do.
And it's like we (BTRPISDAW and i) were match made in heaven. I was buried under the lowest point of my life and i read this. if you want to know what i always feel, read this book. i couldn't really write good stuff but yeah. if there's anything that could describe me, find my voice in this book. not that you care though. hahaha.
What else?
How about you? Do you read? Would you tell me yours? Cause i really have ran out of good books now. expectation kills good judgement. haha.
Please read this book. No matter who you are. Or what you like. Or if you don't like books or anything at all. Read this and you will be blown out for its honesty and courage.
Anddd, here are some of my favorite lines in the book:
It's friggin' hot. I'm burning here. sobsss. +.+
So, what was the topic again? A book i love? i love BOOKSSS! Contrary to the popular belief, i believe a good reader / bookworm / book addict / reading nerd can't read a book in an hour. or a box of them in just a week. or like read 365 / 356 books a year. no. no it's not like that.
A good reader reads so profoundly that s/he leaves no page / word / image, heck even any symbol unturned. As for me, since i have difficulties understanding deep words and complicated sentences, i would have to reread and rereread and rerereread. i take forever reading a book. sometimes what we missed at first, matters the most. wow did i just gave birth to a philosophical idea? mehh.
Anyways, i had a hard time choosing which one to talk about. cause you know, there are a lottt of beautiful books out there. But without any shadow of a doubt, here it is (cue drumroll):
By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
Not gonna write a review of this book cause others write it better than me. if you wanna know how the story goes, just type the title in your browser and jjang you can read all night. I'm just gonna tell you how i feel about this book and why i la-huvvv it soo much.
The premise of BTRPISDAW (be-terp-iz-dou) is classic. Love that stretches through childhood and adulthood. of choices. of how deep love could be.
i think Coelho did really well in telling the tale. It's like he could paint words that we feel but never could really say.
How did i find this book? well i'm a fan of Coelho. My first Coelho's book was The Witch of Portobello. personally, i think BTRPISDAW is the best among his masterpieces. He is someone who is really good at what he do.
And it's like we (BTRPISDAW and i) were match made in heaven. I was buried under the lowest point of my life and i read this. if you want to know what i always feel, read this book. i couldn't really write good stuff but yeah. if there's anything that could describe me, find my voice in this book. not that you care though. hahaha.
What else?
How about you? Do you read? Would you tell me yours? Cause i really have ran out of good books now. expectation kills good judgement. haha.
Please read this book. No matter who you are. Or what you like. Or if you don't like books or anything at all. Read this and you will be blown out for its honesty and courage.
Anddd, here are some of my favorite lines in the book:
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| we broke up a couple of times. it was like i was being drowned and pushed upwards for oxygen and repeat. a lot. to be always wondering of the future; it's confusing and at the same time, aching. like ulcers that come and go. wow so many metaphors. k enough. next. |
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| maybes. to go back and forth; swung by emotions. it's sad. sometimes i was strong enough to look up and go through the days without him. sometimes it was just plain sadness. |
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| how big. and how small. how it was trivial and at the same time, very profound. |
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| first, second, third, 30th, and last, it is love. but none is love enough like Him. <3 |
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| tales are just another definition of realities. |
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| either way, we're doomed. or saved. |
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| then and now. |
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| you and me. and everything else. |
“Yes, my mind was wandering. I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that i would lose him the next day. With that reassurance, the time would pass more slowly. We could be silent for a while because we'd know we had the rest of our lives together for conversation. I wouldn't have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words.”
“It's risky, falling in love."
"I know that," I answered. "I've been in love before. It's like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours.
"But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love."
"What a horrible way to put it," he said.”
"I know that," I answered. "I've been in love before. It's like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours.
"But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love."
"What a horrible way to put it," he said.”
“Wait. This was the first lesson I had learned about love. The day drags along, you make thousands of plans, you imagine every possible conversation, you promise to change your behavior in certain ways -- and you feel more and more anxious until your loved one arrives. But by then, you don't know what to say. The hours of waiting have been transformed into tension, the tension has become fear, and the fear makes you embarrassed about showing affection.”
“That is why I write - to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.”
“By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river -- leaves, insects, the feathers of birds -- is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.”
Sometimes an uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us, he said. We recognize that the magic moment of the day has passed and that we’ve done nothing about it. Life begins to conceal its magic and its art.
We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice. The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.If we are not reborn – if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the enthusiasm of childhood – it makes no sense to go on living.There are many ways to commit suicide. hose who try to kill the body violate God's law. Those who try to kill the soul also violate God's law, even though their crime is less visible to others.We have to pay attention to what the child in our heart tells us. We should not be embarrassed by this child. We must not allow this child to be scared because the child is alone and almost never heard.We must allow the child to take the reins of our lives. The child knows that each day is different from every other day.We have to allow it to feel loved again. We must please this child – even if this means that we act in ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to others.Remember that human wisdom is madness in the eyes of God. But if we listen to the child who lives in our soul, our eyes will grow bright. If we do not lose contact with that child, we will not lose contact with life.”
“All love stories are the same.”
And finally, favoritest:
“And I began to feel sorry for myself; for so many years, my drawer full of memories had held the same old stories.”
Why? Geunyang. No worries. now i'm alright.
Love,
yne.