The Green Bookworm

Photo by: Ms. Kriselda Sangalang, 2010
Photo by: Ms. Kriselda Sangalang, 2010

I realized how stuck I was on novels when I was still single because I was longing for love that time. And I believe that’s one of the reasons why singles prefer reading romance novels to going out because they’re caught up inside their own globe of love affair. Now that love has found me, I had set them aside – novels are no longer my top priority for leisure. Yet, at this very hour, I find myself chasing for more novels. And I don’t know why I feel like I’m fifteen, sixteen or seventeen, again…that solves the dilemma, if you know what I mean. Am I going back to the old days?

 

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

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Bookworms Don’t Lie…or Bite?

book·worm  (bkwûrm)

n.

1. One who spends much time reading or studying.

2. Any of various insects, especially book lice and silverfish, that infest books and feed on the paste in the bindings.

The last time I blogged, I talked about emptiness, didn’t I? Tonight, then, is full of avidity. June starts the rainy season and it opens up my mind to do a little more thinking. This is the best time to curl up in bed and read books we crave like an ice cream last summer!

Let me go straight to your shelves. We’ll be talking about books here!

1. When did you start reading a book? (fiction or non-fiction, it doesn’t matter)

2. When you finished one, was there an urge to read another one? (If there is none, don’t answer the next questions. Ha-Ha. Joke.)

3. Are there chances wherein you spend less time sleeping at night just to finish it?

4. How many hours a day do you spend reading? (magazines, newspapers, textbooks, novels, pamphlets, brochures, etc.)

5. Do you mind reading this blog post until the end? (winks)

(You can answer my questions below by dropping your comments below – that will be highly appreciated. But if it seems too confidential, you can still answer me. YES or YES?)

The title of this post tells a lot about me, as a reader, too. For two weeks, it has been stuck on my mind and I promised to write about this – “BOOKWORMS DON’T LIE…or BITE?”

Here are the novels that consume everything about me:

If you are much a VENTURER and you want some adventures to amuse your marbles, stories like The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins are off-peak!

Image They are available on hard covers and paperbacks! I want the Official Illustrated Movie Companion, too! =)
Image Teem Peeta or Team Gale? I’m Team Katniss! =D

In the same manner, a bloodsucking tale puts you in the mood. On rainy seasons like these, Stephenie Meyer’s The Twilight Saga Series will put you in a bandwagon of Love and Sacrifice. They have everything you need: “thrills, drills, chills.”

Image Fire or Ice? Team Edward forever! (I don’t sound obsessed, do I?)

On the other hand, for minimalists who eat one’s heart out of contemporary romance, go for the sparkling love stories of Nicholas Sparks! It is never a movie without his bestselling stories.

Image So, what’s your favorite Nicholas Sparks novel?
Image I’ve already read both The Last Song and The Guardian. Now, I’m finishing Message In A Bottle. More to come!

I believe there are other novels or stories out there that I missed but these are but just some of the obsessive ones I selected so I can share them with you. Once again, I want to ask you, “I don’t sound obsessed, do I? Ha-Ha.

There, I said it. Books spoil us! It is fascinating to watch movies with all that altered effects from the screen, but it is more enticing to sit alone and direct movies on your mind while reading. You are a director of your own movie! Crank up some brain cells there, homie! You’ll never be sorry, I am not lying.

Read and Fly.

Bookworms don’t die.

They soar high and fly up to the sky!

Photos taken at: National Book Store, CSI Lucao branch, Dagupan City

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

Says Lindsey

“YOU ARE NOT WORTH MY EVERYTHING,” says Lindsey, with a pout on her face. After months of having the on-and-off relationship with Patrick, she sure knows what will happen next.

Few minutes ago, while she was typing something for her paper, How To Have A Useful Marketing Strategy, due tomorrow, her friend, Lisa, called. “Oh, dear. I saw your spinach (Patrick) with that hell cat. They are both riding Patrick’s Isuzu…”

Lindsey took that into speculation before. Patrick, going out with another girl named Natasha…Natasha kissing Patrick publicly…both of them directing a show for all, and Lindsey crying over Patrick for being such a fool.

“Lisa, please stop…I can’t, uhm…I know Patrick’s happy with her side, but he loves me, still.”

Lisa chortles a bit. She sort of know that kind of laugh Lisa has when someone mocked her beyond extent.”Seems like he cares, you know? He loves you because you are so messed up believing him despite the distortion he’s causing you; or how about this…he loves you because he’s in for your money?’

The truth about Lisa’s theory hit her. It’s the kind of pain you feel when someone stabs you in the chest, two times a minute, digging deeper and deeper before you knew that you are dying. The soggy, scarlet blood is oozing right through that spot where the knife has beat you.

Do I have to stop the bleeding or let the hemorrhage continue until I no longer feel the pain because I’m already dead asleep?

To be continued…

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)