Veronika Decides to Die. The Zahir. Like the Flowing River. The Alchemist.
I've read all of them, Paulo Coelho; one of my favourite authors. But it's hard to find his other books in the library, somehow only The Alchemist dominate the shelves. Eleven Minutes seems intriguing; an unflinching exploration of the lenghts we to in search of love, sex and spirituality. I've yet to find this on the library shelves; it's always on loan and not even in Kinokuniya.

Still I can't run away from my romance novels, from Nora Roberts and Sandra Brown's especially. They are brilliant writers, when I'm reading their books it seems like I'm under a spell; just can't stop turning the pages. Books have been accompanying me during my mundane train rides to school. I don't really enjoy stoning at the people sitting opposite me, it makes me very uncomfortable and especially with the size of my eyes, they might think I'm staring at them(Gervais can't wait to dig my eyes out). And I remember feeling devastated when I forgot to pack my storybook in my bag. I know it's a little too emotional, but the thought of a 45min ride to school doing nothing constructive; except for the music in my ears, crooning and grooving to it in my mind, kills me. Well, since the loss of a treasured entertainment device, I find the need to occupy myself with better things during train rides.


Even in the midst of mugging hard for the exams, I still do take time to read my current book; In the Dawn by Sandra Brown. I wonder whether the teenage girl Banner will get married to her dad's best friend, Jake. Well apparently, they hooked up already; despite the age range they can't get rid of the thoughts of getting their hands onto each other. This secrecy is something that they're living with. Yummy eh?

I should go back studying, right about now.