Still working through my review backlog, so I thought — let’s do a Minis post again! I don’t know if I should make this a habit, but I’m making it a sort of special case for August’s reading list so I can get them all down in one go. I’m efficient that way. (And also maybe a bit lazy. :p)
On another note: I was supposed to include the review of Noli Me Tangere in this post, but it isn’t short anymore, so I will reserve that for another post. :)
Paper Cuts: Dodging Deadlines, Celebrity run-ins and Other stories I told the Internet by Pam Pastor
Anvil, 169 pages
Paper Cuts is a collection of stories from my crazy life, what happens between deadlines.
I got this book a year ago during the book launch, not because I knew the author or I was even really remotely interested — I got this simply because I wanted to support local authors and their work. Of course, with the not-so-high interest level, I pushed this down my TBR until I finally pulled it out so I can finally read it. Paper Cuts is a collection of stories from journalist/writer Pam Pastor based on her adventures in her “crazy life”. I liked the idea, given that I’m a blogger myself, although I doubt that my life is as crazy as hers.
I enjoyed Paper Cuts for the most part, especially the ones where the author shared anecdotes about her family. There’s nothing like crazy family stories to set the tone of a non-fiction book. I also liked her crazy commuting/cab stories because I share the same things too. However…my enjoyment kind of stopped there. After some time, I just couldn’t relate much to the other parts of the book. It feels like maybe I would have enjoyed it more if I wanted to have the same adventures as she did — meet different celebrities, go around the world for her job and party when there’s time — but I’m actually quite happy with my own life. These stories were good to read, but it’s not something that I would probably gush about, unless they were my own experiences, that is. But knowing (boring) old me, I don’t think I’ll even reach as many crazy experiences like that.
It’s not a bad book, per se. The writing was very witty and again, there were several stories that made me chuckle, but I was a bit apathetic for the rest of the stories. It’s just one of those books that I am not a part of the intended audience. But you know what, maybe that’s why I haven’t heard of the author until her book came out — maybe it’s because we’re just in entirely different circles. Overall, it’s an okay book.
Lumayo Ka Nga Sa Akin by Bob Ong
Visprint, 186 pages
Mula sa kasumpa-sumpang kahirapan at kalunos-lunos na kaignorantehan sa mundong kanyang kinagisnan, namulat si Marie sa tunay na mukha ng matamis at mapapakasakit na pag-ibig.
Ngunit makakayanan niya ba ang mga hamon ng bukas?
Ano ang kanyang magiging kapalaran?
Huwag na huwag palalampasin ang mga tagpo ngayong gabi sa telesineryenobela na kumpleto sa mga pang-aapi, paghihiganti, impostor, amnesia, kasal at diary!
Bob Ong was a staple among my friends in college, because he provided us with quick and funny reads that keeps us afloat during stressful school days. I guess reading his books has become a habit that I haven’t shaken yet, that’s why I wanted to read his latest book, Lumayo Ka Nga Sa Akin (loose translation: Stay Away From Me). The title is a play on one old Filipino song Lumayo Ka Man Sa Akin by Rodel Naval that eventually became a title of a Filipino noontime soap opera. The book is written in script format with three stories, one that plays on the cliches found in Filipino action movies, Filipino horror movies and finally, Filipino romance movies. Since this book is written for Filipinos, it’s going to be hard to explain these cliches to foreigners, so let’s kind of leave it at that. Anyway, as with every Bob Ong book, the book pokes fun at different things in the Filipino society, too, with the purpose of using humor to make the readers thing.
This book reminds me of those old gag skits I used to write for my org in school. And that’s the only charm of the book. Overall, I had the huge urge to just chuck the book and not finish it. There were some funny parts, yes, but it wasn’t the old funny thing that Bob Ong used to write. More often than not, the jokes fall flat and are just plain corny. It’s not that I didn’t get it — I just didn’t appreciate it, I guess.
So it’s either I’ve outgrown Bob Ong books, or this is just blah. Maybe a little of both? Or I guess I just kind of miss the ABNKKBSNPLAKo and Stainless Longganisa days.