on account of A's impending deployment to Visayas, i went into a bookshop and tried not to wallow in that old familiar feeling of always being the one left behind. but the relief from the trip to that bookshop was short-lived. when i got home, i was awashed with the feeling that i tried to evade. hay, there's no getting used to his line of work. all that i can hold on to is that, there is signal where he's heading and if i'd be overwhelmed by so much sadness, it's just a plane ride away.
these are what i got:
"Divisadero" is by the author of "The English Patient," Michael Ondaatje. this review by the New York Times got me interested.
Tim Farrington's "The Monk Upstairs" is a sequel to his "The Monk Downstairs" (which i haven't read yet). the novel promises to "reveal what really happens when two people from very different walks of life fall in love, get married and live under the same roof. i got this because i couldn't find anything lighter than this. although now that i come to think of it, i regret not choosing Jerry Spinelli's "Smiles To Go." (i'll come back for that next week)
i have heard so much about Jack Kerouac and when i read the flap of the book, "Dr. Sax," i decided to buy it because the book offers a glimpse of Kerouac's boyhood in Lowell, Massachusetts.
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