I've seen Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? by Mindy Kaling on blogs since last year, I think, but I didn't pick it up because I wasn't a huge fan o...moreI've seen Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? by Mindy Kaling on blogs since last year, I think, but I didn't pick it up because I wasn't a huge fan of memoirs. Plus, I didn't really know who Mindy Kaling was. I only watched a few episodes of The Office, and not enough about her, and there was only one episode of The Mindy Project that I watched for #romanceclass. For some reason, I started reading more non-fiction books and memoirs this year, and after reading a comment from a friend on Facebook about this book, I finally decided to pick it up. I wasn't planning to read it immediately, but then I decided to scan through the first pages...then I started laughing. And I was hooked.
Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? talks about Mindy's experiences and observations about life -- and by that, I meant she talked about a lot of things: from friendships to her parents, to her ethnicity, school, fashion, weight, and her work as a writer. There's also a bit about romance, Irish exits (so that's what this means!), and comedies. Not knowing much about Mindy, I thought I'd get bored with it, but I wasn't even halfway through the book and I couldn't stop laughing. Her observations and comments were spot-on, and I found myself relating to some of it. Cliche as this may be, reading this book felt like I was just hanging out with Mindy somewhere and I was listening to all her stories about her life so far. Also, laughing very hard, because I imagine she's a great storyteller and she'd definitely hold the room's attention. :D
There were just some chapters in the book that I kind of spaced out on, particularly the parts about comedies because I'm not a huge fan of those. But I really liked reading her behind the scenes commentaries on The Office, particularly the bit about Steve Carell. Who would've thought? It made me kind of want to watch a bit of The Office, as well as The Mindy Project, if only to get more quotable quotes from her.
And this is me being silly, but a teeny part of me feels ashamed that I didn't read her books within two days (because she said "This book will take you two days to read. Did you even see the cover? It's mostly pink.")...but she would understand, right? Heh. :D Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? is a funny and refreshing read, a good in-between books for when you read too much fiction or when you have too much drama in your life, or when you just want to laugh, period. Definitely keeping this on my shelf. :)
It all started at a #romanceclass meet-up, when Mina mentioned that she dreamed of writing a Sweet Valley-esque type of series, but set in the Philipp...moreIt all started at a #romanceclass meet-up, when Mina mentioned that she dreamed of writing a Sweet Valley-esque type of series, but set in the Philippines. Everyone who attended that class had read Sweet Valley at some point in their lives, so it was a pretty exciting idea. We all started chattering excitedly about it, like where the school would be and the activities, and started calling dibs on characters in the school - the jock, the teachers, and the like. Stories started getting written over the next few months, a website was set up to house the stories, continuity was established, and now, the first volume of the book is out. (Well, almost out, because as of this writing, it's still a few days before the launch. :D)
The stories in Luna East were cute and fun, and there were no two stories alike. I liked how there were so many eyes to see high school in, and so many people to rub elbows with. Since this is just volume 1, the stories barely scratch the surface of what could be happening inside the school, but it's a good start to get yourself acquainted with the environment. True enough, it felt like the school was a playground for the imagination, and reading through the stories got me more excited to finish mine, and mention some of the characters who were already in the other stories.
And that's my favorite part of this, really - the continuity. I've always loved it when characters have a cameo appearance in other stories. I loved how one character would even have speaking lines in other stories, giving them more depth. Don't you love it when authors work with each other and come up with completely original stories? :) (And if you've read #romanceclass novels, you'll probably spot a familiar place used in several stories, too. :D)
I didn't study in a school like Luna East, but even so, reading this was almost like I was back in high school. In a good way, though, because my high school life was pretty tame and I could use a little excitement. As the summary said, the stories here are mostly about love -- you know, the high school kind of love. Crushes, unrequited love, love-hate, unexpected type of love from the popular people to the people who consider themselves nobody inside the halls of Luna East. But more than love, they're also stories of friendship -- from kids who grew up together to kids who just got to know each other. You might see yourself in one of these stories, because even if the setting is completely fictional (and artsy), and even if you never had to wear unnecessary vests, high school is pretty much a universal experience for all of us. You might hate it or like it (or like me, you're pretty ambivalent about it), but there's always that one (or two, or three) high school memory that you will always tell the friends you meet post-high school.
But yeah, even as I read this, I found myself shaking my head at times while saying, kids these days. Hmf. Seriously, though, the first volume of Luna East was such a fun read. Come and see what's inside, and you might just find a spot for yourself. And when you do, perhaps you'd like to write about it? :)
My friend Kai recommended The Catastrophic History of You and Me by Jess Rothenberg to me way back it first came out, but I never got around to readin...moreMy friend Kai recommended The Catastrophic History of You and Me by Jess Rothenberg to me way back it first came out, but I never got around to reading it for some reason. Then one day, while waiting for some friends to pick me up in a bookstore in a mall that I've only been to once, I saw the new cover of the book and read the back blurbs. I don't know what happened, but I decided to pick it up. Perhaps it finally piqued my interest? I can't even remember if the words "letting go" were there, but in case they were, then it was probably why I decided to get it.
Brie dies because of heart break, soon after her boyfriend, Jacob, breaks up with her. Impossible, yet it happened, and Brie wakes up in the afterlife, unsure of what exactly she needs to do now. She meets another soul, Patrick, who goes with her when she revisits her old life. Brie realizes the extent of the loss that the people she left felt, and how things were suddenly so far away from what she's expected: her family's breaking apart, her best friend "going out" with her ex. Brie being dead meant she couldn't do anything about it...or could she? How can she move on now, knowing that everything and everyone she left are now so messed up?
I didn't really expect to love this book so much while I was reading it, but I did. Brie's voice was fresh and snarky and so fun to read, that even if she was essentially dead, it wasn't so hard to relate to her. I liked how Brie was such a normal girl, with her family, her dog, her friends and her boyfriend. Everything about her seemed normal, until she died, of course. But even so, Brie's personality shone throughout, and I laughed with her, felt sad with her and I felt truly, truly happy for her when things started falling into place at the end.
The book isn't really about death per se -- it didn't answer the mysteries of life or anything -- but more about grief, and moving on. I liked how the story was framed around the 5 stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance), which is basically applicable not just to deaths but anything that we ever grieved for. Here, I read about how Brie's family and friends worked through these stages, and Brie as well...and they didn't handle it all spectacularly. Which is okay, because they're humans, and we never really go through all those 5 stages perfectly and not have battle scars in the end. The Catastrophic History of You and Me is really more about letting go, moving on, and forgiving - others and yourself - and that part really resonated with me.
I liked pretty much everything about this, except maybe the other backstory about this other character and the complications of souls was kind of dizzying. I mean, I got it, but a part of me kind of feels like it kind of came out of nowhere, and it was an additional layer that really didn't need to be there. Except, of course, it provided a better resolution for why things were like that between them, but overall, I could do without it.
I was smiling at the end of this book. It was funny and sad and heartbreaking and hopeful all the same time, and I'm really glad I read The Catastrophic History of You and Me. I almost forgot that this was more of a paranormal romance novel than a contemporary one. :) If you're grieving, or if you've ever had a hard time moving on or letting go, then this book will be a good friend for you. Trust me on this. :)
I was trying to think of ways to review this book, because 33 Days to Morning Glory didn't feel like the regular book I would review. Fo...moreMarch 25, 2014
I was trying to think of ways to review this book, because 33 Days to Morning Glory didn't feel like the regular book I would review. For one thing, I never thought I'd actually do this until a friend told me about this retreat. Another is that how can I find the words to explain how reading this in the past 33 days have changed me, helped me get to know Mary and her role in my life through St. Louis de Montfort, St. Maximilian Kolbe, Blessed Mother Teresa, and Blessed John Paul II?
Let me say this instead, because this is the only thing I could think of now: there were miracles, big and small in the past 33 days that I could only attribute to the fact that I knew Mary was praying with me. There were crosses that were made sweeter, and I know that if I had encountered them on my own, it would have crushed me. But having Mama Mary by my side made it different, easier, even. She held my hand and stood by me as we looked at Jesus at the Cross, and taught me how to accept His love and to love Him back. Who else could teach us how to love Jesus with our human heart other than Mary, his mother? I don't know why it took me this long, but I'm glad I got here now.
I woke up excited this morning, because I remembered that it was 25th of March. Today is the Solemnity of the Annunciation, where we remember how Mary said the most beautiful "Yes" to the Lord, and through the Holy Spirit, she conceived Jesus. Today, like her, I also say yes to God -- I consecrate myself to Jesus through Mary. :)
Mary, help me to love with your most Immaculate Heart. Immaculate Heart of Mary, keep me in your most pure heart, so that I may please Jesus through you, in you, and with you.(less)
I first heard of Sugar through Hilary, one of my favorite bloggers. She often mentioned stuff she wrote on her posts, and for a moment, I thought that...moreI first heard of Sugar through Hilary, one of my favorite bloggers. She often mentioned stuff she wrote on her posts, and for a moment, I thought that "Sugar" was someone she knew personally, because she often referred to her like she knew her from real life. Then I wandered over to The Rumpus, and found that Sugar was actually an advice columnist. Now I have read several advice columns before - in magazines, while having my hair done in salons, most of the time. I read them, but they're not really my cup of tea, you know? Not that the people don't offer sound advice, but I would rather talk to people I know for advice because they know me better.
But Sugar seems like a different story. I mean, read this:
You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don't waste your time on anything else.
How beautiful is that? I meant to read more of her posts, but then I got a copy of her Tiny Beautiful Things, a collection of the Dear Sugar columns. Some of my Goodreads friends gave a really high rating for it, so I scanned the first few pages and before I knew it, I couldn't stop reading. Because this book is possibly one of the most beautiful books I've read in the longest time.
The thing about Tiny Beautiful Things is that it is filled with tiny, beautiful things. Cheryl Strayed writes with the right mix of brutal honesty and gentleness in an answer to the people who wrote to her, asking for advice. And these people who wrote these letters are everyday people with everyday problems. Or, some of them may not be everyday problems, but they're situations that we, perfectly imperfect humans, get into. And I know it's impossible for one person to truly experience every single thing that these people wrote about, and Sugar doesn't pretend to do that. What she did instead is meet their problems with her own vulnerability and offer what she has, in hopes of the words finding the their home in the hearts of the people who sought her.
And I think it worked, because I could only count with one hand the letters that were close enough to what happened in my life, and yet Sugar's answers hit me, resonated in me "like a clanging bell." The truth that she wrote were truths that I could also use in my own life -- and I think other readers could use it, too. Her words on courage and love and compassion were a balm to the soul, and even if she delivers them sometimes with an edge, her love shines through, warm and inviting and healing. No judgments whatsoever. Just the loving truth. And that's what makes it beautiful.
Tiny Beautiful Things is the kind of book where I wished I had some kind of photographic memory, or at least I could remember each quote with clarity so when I need words for trying times, I know what words to pull to keep me afloat. This is the kind of book that I would reread from the first page to the last, the kind of book I will pick up and flip through randomly and still find something to feed my soul. I loved everything about Tiny Beautiful Things, and I hope in my heart that this book finds its way to the people who need it.
I think I mentioned it before that sometimes, you need to be in a certain mood to appreciate some books. Sometimes, no matter how other people like a...moreI think I mentioned it before that sometimes, you need to be in a certain mood to appreciate some books. Sometimes, no matter how other people like a book, if you're in not in that kind of mood, you won't be able to relate to any of the characters no matter what you do, or you won't be able to feel what the book wants you to feel. (Of course, there are some books that are just really hard to get into, even if you are in that same mood, but that's another story.)
So, Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler (and illustrated by Maira Kalman). I've seen this book and wanted this book when it was published, but I think I saw a not so good review of it somewhere, so I stopped wanting it. I have to admit that this is the kind of book that is right up my alley, especially since I was all about embracing your inner romantic last year. Then the book fell out of my radar, until it came back again and a friend lent me her copy because I figured it was time to read it.
Then I tried. I read the first few chapters, and then had the extreme desire to throw the book away so I stopped. I didn't want to throw the book away because it was bad, no. I wanted to throw the book away because it was getting too close for comfort. And the truth comes out. :P Suffice to say, maybe I was in the mood for this book, but it was too hard to read it because I was too much in that mood. Did that make sense? Anyway, months later, I decided to try reading this book again because some girls in our book club was reading this. I figured, why not join them? It could be some sort of release, as a good friend told me when I mentioned it. So I put my brave face on and started again.
Why We Broke Up is a break-up story, a long letter from Min Green to Ed Slaterton, her ex-boyfriend, telling their story from her side based on the items in the box that she was returning to him. These items (the illustrated parts of the book) were remnants of their short-lived relationship: bottle caps, a box of matches, movie tickets, a protractor, a note, a book, among other things. Take it, it's yours. This is why we broke up. Either you have the feeling or you don’t, Min writes, and we are left to wonder what exactly happened that led to Min and Ed's break-up.
Warning: this is a book full of drama. Every page is dripping of Min's bitterness and anger and heartbreak, and...well, it was kind of expected because of the title alone. The hard part of it, I think, is that I was kept in the dark why they broke up. I just know they broke up, but I didn't know why, and Min just kept on repeating "this is why, this is why" with every item she wrote about. It wasn't until the very, very end that we know, but the entire time, she just rambles on and tells their love story without a hint of the real reason why. And it's hard to see, too, especially since Ed seems a perfectly good guy from the start. Okay, perhaps he's not perfect -- he seems secretive, he has this thing about saying "no offense" and he seems judgmental about some guys who aren't into sports and labels them "gay", but he seemed to really like Min, so why is Min being so damn dramatic about everything?
Since I was reading the story from Min's POV, it was easy to pin the blame on her. You know how when a friend tell us a love problem, the first thing we often do is to try to find what our friend is doing wrong because it's something we can fix, because we know our friend better than the other party? It's that kind of thing. I read everything from Min's POV, so it was easier to try to find something that she did wrong...until I found out the real reason why they broke up and then, damn it. Ed, you're an asshole. I understood why Min is so angry. Granted, she wasn't perfect, either -- she shouldn't have jumped right in ahead in the relationship, she should have took her time, she should have seen the signs from the start...but well she's a teenager. This is young love. We have all been there. And I guess even if we have the wisdom of the years with us, things like this still hurt just the same.
The best part of the book, though, is Min's friends. I loved Al and Lauren (there was another name, but I forgot, eep), and to some extent, Jillian, that girl that Ed dated before Min. I loved them, and what they did for Min in the end. They didn't do anything so special, really, but they did what good friends do in times like this. I reread the last parts of the book because of them, and I was glad that Min had them with her in the fallout.
I've never been in a relationship, so it follows that I've never been in a break-up...but there were some times in my life where it seemed like the pain I was feeling is something akin to a break-up -- at least, based on what I read and saw on TV. And maybe that's why I ended up liking this book, because in some ways, I have been there. I know at least a fraction of what Min felt. Whether it's a relationship ending, or an almost-relationship that never became one, there's still pain there, and it hurts just the same. But the good thing I got out of all of this is...well, reading Why We Broke Up was strangely cathartic. Huh, my friend was right. Reading this book at the end of the year was a surprising release of feels. ;)
So yeah, I liked Why Why Broke Up. Perhaps if I read this last year, or any other time later, I wouldn't have liked it as much. But I liked it, and I am glad I read it, despite all the drama. (Because trust me, I've had enough of drama in the past year. :P)
Either you have the feeling or you don’t.
P.S. The illustrations were a good touch. :)
P.P.S. And no, I don't think I'm the "return all things" type person. I think I'm more of the "throw things away" one. ;)