Since my last trip to Zambales was a whole three months ago, I thought I’d share my thoughts about the last few novels I’ve been able to pick up (‘pick up’ is kind of an awkward phrase as I read mostly through a digital screen these days).
I read to relax, to escape from reality, to place myself in a zone that doesn’t require deep mental function. I would love to choose books with a more conscious effort to develop a new knowledge-set – I’ll get to that within this month, when I go on that break (frankly I’m a little terrified. I think of my thoughts and plans now, and they all end in that hesitant octave-higher lilt. “I think I’m still OK?” “I’m not sure what I’ll do next?” “But I’m not really going anywhere yet anyway, ha-ha?” Sigh.) Anyway, here goes.