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The other day, I had another chance to visit Booksale at Metro East mall when I went out to buy Mom’s medicines. Scouring bookstores is one of my favorite “me” times. Never mind that my eyes hurt a little after an hour of staring at so many book titles, it’s the joy of finding something you really don’t expect that puts a big smile on my face. Surprises never end.

I had a list with me because I would like to look for other books of Luanne Rice and Rosamunde Pilcher. Sometimes, in my haste to find a particular author, I always end up buying another copy.  There are authors and there are authors but after a while, you get used to their style of writing and you find yourself looking for more, explore some  of them and to your delight, you find someone whose writings make you want to read more.  And here’s a nice surprise, I found a copy of  The Christmas Box Collection by Richard Paul Evans, my favorite author. It includes the novels The Christmas Box (his earliest work, I think), Timepiece and The Letter. I used to have these three books , hardbound, but lost them all three years ago.  I seldom find his books in local bookstores here, tsamba, mostly. Anyway, I was also able to buy three books by Luanne Rice and a book my Maeve Binchy. I was looking for any copy of a Max Lucado book but I  was told they were  already sold out. Oh well, there will always be other future visits and who knows, another surprise is in store  like this.

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What started as a gloomy and depressing morning  was a  delightful day after all. Talk about surprise finds and nice endings. Don’t get me wrong and don’t be mislead by the title. I am just talking about books here, yes books I found this afternoon in one of my rare trips at Booksale. It’s that moment you find something unexpected and you squeal with delight, a scandalous  shout of YES  and people looked at you with indulgent smiles on their faces. One of them said, when I told her that I’ve waited too long to find a copy of this one, “It’s your lucky day.”

A year ago, my daughter borrowed a copy of On Writing (A Memoir of the Craft) by Stephen King and I made a short review in one of my blogs here. Guess what, I found a hardbound copy of the book this afternoon, a  steal at P130.00, it’s brand new complete with a dust jacket. It’s a must-read for those dreaming of writing one day, a lovely companion for those who love the written word.

 

I actually bought four more books, a little over the budget but I simply can’t resist Luanne Rice , Rosamunde Pilcher and Anita Shreve.  I love Anita Shreve in Resistance and The Pilot’s Wife, I hope  All He Ever Wanted won’t disappoint. Here’s a nice quote from the cover of Luanne Rice’s Safe Harbor:  No matter where life takes you, you’ll always come home.” Nice, isn’t it?  And I am lucky to have found Rosamunde Pilcher’s The Rosamunde Pilcher Collection, an omnibus copy of her three novels, one of which I’ve already read but I think is still worth-rereading.  And this is a nice surprise, More Glimpses of Heaven (Inspiring True Stories of Hope and Peace at the End of Life’s Journey). I think this book would help in my reflections for my apostolate work at AFCC.

I was invited by the  Dominican Community (Order of Preachers) as one of the guest speakers in their upcoming Social Media Summit this October. I am keeping my fingers crossed, I hope I would not disappoint them.

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It’s been raining since last night, no, make that, it’s been raining for the last two or three days and it makes me feel so lazy.  I was able to  go out for a while though in the nearby shopping  mall and was able to complete my Christmas purchases for the family and some close friends.  It’s quite late I know but at least, it’s all done.  The weather is so erratic and beastly. It’s cold at night, it rains during the day but sometimes the sun shows its face and it becomes so hot. News says that the Philippines is one of the countries most affected by climate change. I just  hope and I pray that we won’t be visited by those super strong typhoons that usually happen in December.  And it’s two more weeks before the most awaited event.

Finally finished reading  Miles To Go last night and I can’t wait for the third book which will be released in April.  Detours, learning curves, meeting  people  who somehow will play  big roles in one’s journey – it was all about being resilient and strong to face life’s hurdles.  Now, I truly believe that there is no coincidence in our lives because every people we meet on the road of life touches us and leave their marks. We may be traveling in opposite directions but we all have common goals, to reach our destinations.  I also visited my Booksale lady friend and they have lots of newly arrived books on display. As usual, first thing I looked for was another book by Rosamunde Pilcher . Don’t ask me, I found one entitled  Wild Mountain Thyme. They say that luck comes in threes and I found two more books, one by Anita Shreve called Light on Snow and a hardbound copy of Patricia Schonstein’s A Quilt of Dreams. These would last me until the end of the year….I guess!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Being sick does not give you much choice on what to do except perhaps listen to the morning news on the radio, watch TV, sleep and read. I prefer the last two of course since rest and relaxation are all you need to get well.  Come to think of it, I was not even enticed by the thought of opening  a laptop and catching up with friends at Facebook. It was a long three-days of  just catching up on a long neglected hobby – reading.

I first encountered Rosamunde  Pilcher upon the recommendation of a friend whom I met at a book club three years ago. I got curious because for a guy to rave about  one particular author or  book, she really must be good. So I looked for a copy of The Shell Seekers, one of her well-known and much-loved books. I was hooked and from then on, I tried to look for more of her books every time I got the chance to visit Booksale.  Last month, I found four more of her earlier works and bought them all. The funny thing is I was able to finish three in the three days that I was indisposed. Her stories are not your run of the mill love stories. They speak of family relationships, heartbreak, friendships, betrayals, forgiveness and love. Once you start reading  her books, you get to absorb the characters like they are your next-door neighbors or your favorite cousin or your beloved brother or sister.  And seeing her describe Cornwall and Scotland with such beauty and grace makes you long to go there and see the snow-capped vistas and azure skies, it makes you stay at the beach all day long and  just look  at the water and go home with the thought of a nice hot cup of tea and fish and chips prepared by a loyal housekeeper who treats you as a long-lost daughter.  It makes you even curious how a Biro pen looks like because the character you’ve read won’t have no other except a Biro. It makes you long to buy rose-scented soaps and lavender bubble baths and stay relaxed for an hour or two immersed in warm and scented water and wrap yourself with pretty thick bath towels afterward.  You think of the first chill of autumn and the countryside awashed with pretty flowers. Short of saying, I want to live in Scotland and  get to explore Porthkerris despite the rains and the cold. I want to see the  silver hues of the raindrops  on a cold and chilly morning. Such are what you can imagine, just reading her books.

I am on my fourth book now, a collection of short stories called Flowers In the Rain And Other Short Stories. And one of these days, I want to re-read The Shell Seekers and her  other books. And here are some quotes I would love to share with you.

“It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever” – The Shell Seekers

“…Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.”  (from the book  September which I have just read).

“She remembered him smiling, and realized that time, that great old healer, had finally accomplished its work, and now, across the years, the face of love no longer stirred up agonies of grief and bitterness. Rather, one was left feeling simply grateful. For how unimaginably empty the past would be without him to remember.”  The Shell Seekers

 

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