Wednesday, October 28, 2009
THIRTEEN REASONS WHY - JAY ASHER
Got the book around midday, started reading it in the afternoon, and fought back protests from my exhausted body to finish reading it that night. And I did, somehow. No wait, i know how i managed to finish it, cause it's impossible to put the book down once you've entered the twisted life of Hannah Baker.
Want a summary/storyline? Go check it online. :) Sorry, I'm not being rude, this is actually a pretty hurried post before I have to get back to the pile of unanswered Stats questions.
I love judging a book by its cover. Looking at the shelves of books on my side of the library at home is like looking at shelves of colourful candy boxes. I can't deny it, I love books that scream '''BUY ME!''. Books that fashioned covers adorned with every colour of the rainbow. And even worse, I always had the preconceived notion that the thicker the books, the harder it was to understand its contents, and the more intelligent you would look with your nose buried in it. Encyclopaedia, anyone?
THIRTEEN REASONS WHY was dark gray, with a sombre-looking girl on the front cover. It was bland, uninspired..and mysterious. I wanted to know why an author would be so cruel as to dress his masterpiece in last season's H&M when he had a whole closet of off-the-runway Chanel to choose from. So go on, start reading the book and you'll understand too. The author wasn't concerned about pleasing anyone or making your day by writing about a happy, sunny day when the fluffy bunny had a race with the timid turtle. He wanted to tell it like it is, tell life like it is, and that's what I loved about the whole book. It was gritty and raw. No sugarcoating here, honey.
And from a book that bears a few pages shy of 300, it sure taught me a lot. All those catty, high-school rumours and fights? Yeah, I don't think I'll look at them the same anymore. And because I've always been such a coward at taking chances, the book taught me to man (or woman) up, take a deep breath and spit out what I have to say. What if you run out of chances and then one of the biggest regrets in your life is not taking the opportunity to say the things that need to be said and do the things that need to be done?
Is this post too depressing for you? Sorry. :D I'm just saying things that the book can't say out loud.
Well, that was tiring. Nice to be back with a pretty long post after quite some time.
'Til another book catches my attention,
Ryhan Ghazali
Got the book around midday, started reading it in the afternoon, and fought back protests from my exhausted body to finish reading it that night. And I did, somehow. No wait, i know how i managed to finish it, cause it's impossible to put the book down once you've entered the twisted life of Hannah Baker.
Want a summary/storyline? Go check it online. :) Sorry, I'm not being rude, this is actually a pretty hurried post before I have to get back to the pile of unanswered Stats questions.
I love judging a book by its cover. Looking at the shelves of books on my side of the library at home is like looking at shelves of colourful candy boxes. I can't deny it, I love books that scream '''BUY ME!''. Books that fashioned covers adorned with every colour of the rainbow. And even worse, I always had the preconceived notion that the thicker the books, the harder it was to understand its contents, and the more intelligent you would look with your nose buried in it. Encyclopaedia, anyone?
THIRTEEN REASONS WHY was dark gray, with a sombre-looking girl on the front cover. It was bland, uninspired..and mysterious. I wanted to know why an author would be so cruel as to dress his masterpiece in last season's H&M when he had a whole closet of off-the-runway Chanel to choose from. So go on, start reading the book and you'll understand too. The author wasn't concerned about pleasing anyone or making your day by writing about a happy, sunny day when the fluffy bunny had a race with the timid turtle. He wanted to tell it like it is, tell life like it is, and that's what I loved about the whole book. It was gritty and raw. No sugarcoating here, honey.
And from a book that bears a few pages shy of 300, it sure taught me a lot. All those catty, high-school rumours and fights? Yeah, I don't think I'll look at them the same anymore. And because I've always been such a coward at taking chances, the book taught me to man (or woman) up, take a deep breath and spit out what I have to say. What if you run out of chances and then one of the biggest regrets in your life is not taking the opportunity to say the things that need to be said and do the things that need to be done?
Is this post too depressing for you? Sorry. :D I'm just saying things that the book can't say out loud.
Well, that was tiring. Nice to be back with a pretty long post after quite some time.
'Til another book catches my attention,
Ryhan Ghazali
what we could have been, 6:42 AM.