book binge

i really don't know what it is with books that i am always enthralled by the beauty of prose or engaged into pushing all of them into the cashier counter for check-outs.

i always end up financially poorer but always lots of knowledge wealthier.

good thing there's always recto, cubao, booksale, grand central, and hey! even SM gave me a good load of mah fave, maeve binchy when i was sooo pissed off one fine afternoon. i ended up buying 2 hardbounds of hers, scarlet feather and tara road and one paperback by herman wuok, of war and remembrance.

now the availability of books in PDF makes me salivate, i am drooling.

books, books, books. my only vaunted vice in life [apart from singing and eating...they're exceptions. the former is a gift i need to share while the former is a physiological need i have to sustain...bwahahahaha].

maybe i used to be ptolemy or nebuchadnezzar or even beauty belle's beast in previous lifetimes.



p.s. next time, i may have enough time, while sipping strawb' n' cream Starbucks, to devote entries of how i intercoursed [???] with each author. with each act, satisfying for both, and gainfully stimulating enough, for rounds upon rounds of parchment cavorting.