I love book fairs. I would seriously sleep with 'em.
So, I was weirded out when my granpap called me and shouted these: "Book fair ah! Eeeng wen shee!Lei tai ah!" over the severely crackled phone. And shocked to the core when I arrived at Carrefour to see a sign reading "BOOK FAIR LAST DAY RM5".
whoah whoa. Okay. I'm in Penang, which also means this place has no sufficiently stuffed English bookstore whatsover, and this thing lands so neatly in my way? In Carrefour? Don't they only sell cheese and baguettes? oh yah, their potato bread's awesome btw (:
I'm still thanking my lucky stars, if you were wondering. These books quenched my thirst since I left Queensbay's Borders. And they were all going for only- RM5!
*does the dance of the dying then reincarnated cockroach hula hula*
thankyouthankyouthankyou iloveyou carrefoursbookfairorganiser whoever you are =D
My family lingered there, the small corner surrounded by supermarket stuff, picking up and leafing through books. Lots and lots of them. The scent of a book is so wonderful. It calms me down, the papery-smell, rolls and rolls of parchment. mmmm. Anyone with me hees?
My little brother endorsed in a picture book filled with colourful trucks, sister's imagination flying with fairies, and mommy laughing quietly over a "How to be a Better Mom" title. I feel the strong warmth and happy glow, of having a good book in your hands. It makes glad to see such a lovely scene.
oh god. how sappy can I get? god. i might as well start belting out Barney's ending theme on the top of my lungs.
So. I bought The Last Summer(of you and me) by Ann Brashares, Laguna Cove by Alyson Noel, Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot and Tallulah Falls. I've finished Princess- hilarious, Cabot's witty humour had me in stitches- and Laguna Cove- huh. Nothing really special- and Tallulah Falls. The beginning of The Last Summer was a real bore so I put it off. Might pick it up after the Undead series.
Tallulah Falls by Christine Fletcher. A surprise. A winner. I figured that I had it with flimsy, non-insightful girlies, so I wanted to get real. And Tallulah Falls gave me that. It gave me real. What caught my eye amongst the pile of books was its beautiful cover. The cover took my breath away. It has been ages, ages since I come across such a beautiful cover. The girl and the dog, they looked so serene, so peaceful. So faraway. If it hadn't been for the gorgeous cover, I would have put it down and moved on to yet another girl-meets-boy stereotype.
After meeting Maeve, a 21-year-old bipolar, Debbie Badowski dyes her hair, gets a tattoo and changes her name to Tallulah Addy. Tallulah leaves Oregon impulsively in search of Maeve, after getting a frantic phonecall from her. Never did she know she'll end up broke and stranded in rural Tennessee, and that rescuing a dog lands her a job in the local vet's office. Whooh. Tallulah's relationship with Dr. Poteet, the grim vet with a sorrowful past, motherly Ruth who she stays with and her co-worker, the tall and lean Kyle-whom she may or may not have feelings for- is so real they walk off the page. The plot is deep and engaging, and the setting, Tennessee is vividly realistic. Tallulah Falls is a story wonderfully written, honest and painful, of a stubborn yet strong girl, overcoming all the storms in her journey to find herself.
Blew me away. Best book I've read this year.
'They were just wildflowers, the same ones Tallulah had seen choking the ditches, dotting the unmoved strips of grass. But Kyle's bouquet held two dozen at least, with three, four, five ... eight different kinds of blooms, all in the bright loudmouth colors she loved.' -Tallulah Falls by Christine Fletcher An excerpt.
PS Just so you know, I went back to the book fair last Sat. Turns out the sign saying "LAST DAY" was a real fake. I bet it's still hanging there if there are still book left. The prices had dropped to RM3. Grabbed Emil and Karl, Undead and Unemployed by MaryJanice Davidson and one more. I forgot the name. Don't worry, it ain't sex manual ;D
Wednesday, July 22, 2009,10:52 PM |
i am fifteen years old, and fell in love with poetry recently.
okay, and maybe not only with that.
feel free to be inspired by the world. don't lock all your emotions inside you, express them and share.
share with someone who listens.
with the world.
the world needs more inspirations than tears, you know.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
thankyou for visiting. I hope something here makes you smile.