(Regular reader numbering in the Ones, if you haven’t noticed it yet, my blog went through a snafu that resulted in all the posts from October 2013 onwards to vanish into the ether. So I’m just uploading all of these transcripts without any garnishing because I barely remember what I wrote back then.)
I don’t know about you guys, but I found 2011 to just be a very bleurgh year, to say the least. It seemed like there was just a general malaise that seemed to infect the world the past year — earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons, flooding. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one happy to see the back of last year.
And yeah, there’s that whole Mayan apocalypse thing that’s supposed to happen this year, but you know what? I’m going to be a freaking optimist about the whole thing. World’s going to end? Then I’m going to read ALL the books.
Since National Book Store is made up of rainbows and unicorns and cotton candy, they didn’t just give me one Christmas present, but three.
And they’re not just your ordinary books either.
Late in 2010, I had the chance to talk to Lauren Kate, the bestselling author of the young adult books “Fallen” and “Torment”. It went well, for the most part — I got to ask all the questions I wanted to ask.
I did hit upon a snag when the post-interview conversation with her and the other journalists veered toward the topic of other young adult authors. Being the tactless and hate-filled person that I am, I just had to bring up my intense and burning dislike for Becca Fitzpatrick. And wouldn’t you know it, the two of them are friends!
How do you recover from that? I just gritted my teeth and soldiered on as if I didn’t just make a damn fool of myself. It was best I forgot about the whole sad scene, because it’s not like she’s coming back here, right?
Of course, fate has struck me down once again as Lauren Kate is set to return here to the country this July, thanks to National Bookstore. And it’s not just the Manila readers who get to meet her this time around as she will also be making a stopover at Cebu.
I’m pretty sure all three of you blog readers already have your copies and invites to the “Passion” tour, but in case you still don’t, head on over to your nearest NBS and get yourself a copy of the book!
I, on the other hand, will be praying fervently that my new haircut confuses her enough to mistake me for an entirely different journalist just sharing the same name.
(Photo from the National Bookstore Facebook page)
I like to think that these bitches are throwing some serious sarcastic shade, because the only other option is horrifying: People actually think Becca Fitzpatrick’s “Crescendo” is a good book, and that I am actually living in Bizarro World.
To be honest, the only reason I even thought of picking up this book was because of the trailer. I’m the easiest person to market stuff to: just mention that there’s going to be some shirtless boys with accents in your product and I will be good to go.
However, making life decisions based on the availability of attractive guys hasn’t always worked out very well for me in the past. It was precisely because of “Hot-Guys-On-Book-Covers” that I ended up reading such delightful reading material like Becca Fitzpatrick’s “Hush, Hush” and Holly Black’s “White Cat“.
Would “Red Riding Hood” be a similar disappointment?
Want to know what I found out this morning? This is what I found out.
If you’re too lazy to click on the link, it’s a campaign to get “Hush, Hush” author Becca Fitzpatrick over here to our fair islands. Our fair capital is leading the survey, but the Fitzpatrick fans want to make sure the deal is locked down.
If the country does win, I will end up interviewing Fitzpatrick. There’s no two-ways around it. And while I have no trouble talking to her, I may have some trouble not being critical of her writing.
You see, I hate “Hush, Hush”. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I hate it so much I talked to Lauren Kate about it, which turned out to be a horrible decision since the two of them are friends. I hate it so much, I take every possible opportunity to tell my friends and anybody who’ll listen not to read it.
I hate it so much I wrote a review about it for a newspaper
I don’t think anyone can accuse me of having any anti-KPop bias.
When KPop supergroup Super Junior came around these parts last year, I was right there in the mosh pit with friends, screaming it out with everyone else and taking videos of all the shirtlessness and Korean weirdness happening all over the stage. My phone got stolen though, so no fan videos will be passed down to young faglings.
I also have nothing against Summit Books and its line of chick lit novels, if my review of Tara Sering’s “Between Dinner and the Morning After” is anything to go by. I loved “Between Dinner and the Morning After”.
Seeing that the newest Summit Book was about the KPop fan experience, I thought that nothing could possibly go wrong. At best, I would love Chinggay Labrador’s “Popped”. At worst, I thought I would just be mildly irritated.