a feast for crows

Out of a strong recommendation by an online friend, I started reading the A Song of Ice and Fire series by George R. R. Martin.  She said it was way better than Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings.  While I, after reading the first three books, beg to respectfully differ (even if I did not highly enjoy reading LOTR, I still think that Tolkien is a genius) it really got me entertained, and I couldn’t stop flipping through the pages.  I stopped sometime in the middle of the third book after what happened to Robb Stark (I cannot get over it still!), but I continued after some time and finished.  I did not move on to the fourth book right away, however, because it got… complicated.  Too many people, too many places, too many details.  Of course those are part of the fascination of this series, but I just needed a bit of a break.  The second season of HBO’s Game of Thrones has started and as I was a fan of the first season, I’m following the second one too.  It’s making me want to get on with my reading of the series and buy the fifth book.  It’s time.

It is time for this book.  And many other books.  So far I have only finished four books (not including those law books) this year.  Sad, really, since it’s the only thing that makes me truly happy, being a reader.  And I want to get back to it.  Well, I have the rest of the year to make up for the slow start.  Happy reading to me! 🙂


travel companions

As all the work stuff relating to new ventures and new plans are settling and I have found a routine that accomodates all these things I’m taking on now, I have gone back to my reading.  I’ve left it for a bit because of all the excitement and the busy-ness.  Stress has also sort of started creeping in and I need my usual escape.  I have finally finished my James Herriot book The Lord God Made Them All.  Herriot is always my go-to, comfort guy for all occasions.  He makes me laugh.  He made me laugh so much my seatmate on the Supercat going home from Cebu last Sunday kept glancing at me (probably checking if I had a screw lose).  I just love Herriot.  He has this humbling effect and a way of putting things into a perspective, mainly comedic, but he also sets value on hardwork, although routinary life.  It’s not so bad, a life of routine, if only you have the best way of looking at things.  And sometimes it’s how you look at things that matters and not what you do.

I find that everyday for the past six weeks takes me North or South for one thing or another.  I’ve been traveling and apparently it’s really not as glamourous as it is made out to be.  Of course it’s only around the general vicinity of the Leyte province, but if a couple of hours’ drive back and forth everyday is tiresome, imagine if it involves planes and boats and such.  No, that’s not the life for me.  My body is meant for the home and the travel has to be kept to a minimum.  But for now, go where I need to be I must because it’s part of my work now.  The thing about rides, though, is that it forces you to read.  And one can only do so much work-related readings, so here is me and my friend on the van going home from her mother’s home about five hours’ ride from our home and her book (the Gaiman) and my book (the Martin) in between us.  The travel is so very long that we can read, nap, read, nap, read, nap for as long as we like.  That place needs an airport!

I’m enjoying A Storm of Swords again.  I was so shocked (and almost pissed, really) with The Red Wedding.  That was just so unexpected.  And shocking.  I hated the book then and I thought the whole series was stupid.  But it’s been weeks and weeks and the shock has worn off and I am back to my usual enjoyment of the book.  My reading average has dropped and it’s sad, but then it’s balanced with more actual work done so I guess that’s good.  Living and reading is good as opposed to just reading and living through characters and books.  But I still love it, being Elizabeth Bennet or Countess Olenska and all those wondrous characters: they are persons I will never otherwise be except by reading about them.  Part of who I am are the books I have read.  Not reading enough is a starvation I cannot endure.  I may momentarily stop but I will always go back with a vengeance.  I will always be the girl that reads.  And I am glad that I have this site to help me chronicle my readings as often or as little as possible.

wanted : a game of thrones

I have joined the bandwagon and have started watching HBO’s A Game of Thrones.  There’s no wonder to that, really, as I am a follower of their many shows, like True Blood, also based on an SFF series Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris.  When I started watching I didn’t know that it was an HBO adaptation.  There was just this one friend at twitter who kept mentioning it and I thought I’d give it a try.  She recommended the book series and as I have been wanting to read a really engaging series, a fantasy one in particular, I instantly wished something like Fullybooked was just outside my door after starting to watch the show.   I wanted to start reading A Game of Thrones right away.  I need distraction from life again.  Life’s been, well, life, with all its ups and downs.  And one needs the right book for each happening, you know.

I was so excited to get the book and (of course!) the bookstore had everything from the four books of George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series that’s out but the first one, A Game of Thrones.  (Great!) I was almost crushed.  I was digging and digging in the shelves.  Books Two to Four were plentiful but Book One, ZERO.   So I either have to wait until they stock up, which I hope is not long, or I order, or I go to Cebu to get one, (or move permanently, like to Singapore with its amazing library–which reminds me that I have yet to post something from that trip,) or wait and read The Lord of the Rings series again like I have always intended to: in this way I still get to stick to my resolution of not buying any more books until the year is over because, by God! I have plenty of books and in the whole month of May I have only read Ivanhoe.

And this is my story for the day.  The story that tells of my desire to be in a different world far, far away from here.  Now.