a time to grieve; a time to dance

Have you ever found a glistening coin on the bed of a flowing stream? You point at it but your friend isn't quite able to see it. Or maybe your friend is pointing at something at a short distance and, for all your neck-craning, you can't quite see what it is.

This blog is exactly that. This is me pointing at something that I know is there and hope you'd see, too. Whether it's at a golden mask at the bottom of the well or an eagle soaring high in the sky, I wish you Happy Looking!

04 October 2012

The 33rd Manila International Book Fair

The place was packed when we got to the SMX Convention. Yeah, here are booklovers braving the rain and traffic to come together and celebrate literature.

Recently in the news, they said that reading is dropping among Filipinos. Fewer and fewer Filipinos are picking up books to read. I wondered how they arrived at that conclusion. In the news report, they showed a sharp decline in visits to local public libraries. That’s understandable. I think most readers in the Filipinos would rather a) download an e-book version, or b) buy from a bookstore. Bookstores are fine and all, but there’s nothing like owning your own copy.

Speaking of owning, in the MIBF I bought:
1. A coloring and activity book for Dana
2. The Wolf Gift, by Anne Rice. Fiction. I held out for so long from purchasing this book, and now I gave myself persmission. Feels gooooooood!
3. Mozart’s Ghost, by Julia Cameron. Fiction. A snail-paced romance. Will reserve for days I don’t like to think too much.
4. Secrets of the Alexander Technique. Non-Fiction. I forget the author just now, but Alexander is something I want to learn right now and add to my arsenal of acting tools for the next time I take to the stage.
5. The Bible in World History, by Stephen Leston. Non-Fiction. A sort-of almanac situating biblical events in world history. I just began reading it and I love the illustrations.

Today I finished reading The Second Circle, by Patsy Rodenburg. I’ll need to give this book a second reading, and a third, and a fourth. It’s one of those books I need to go back to over and over again to fully absorb. I don’t mind. I am a slow learner, but I don’t easily forget something I learned.

I’m racing through Stephen King’s On Writing, too, so I can finally focus The Picture of Dorian Gray. Oscar Wilde deserved his last name.