Lose Yourself

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“In these pages I lose myself. Every chapter a road, a path to an adventure my mind willingly takes. I walk through the alleys, rooms, highways and stairwells. And I cry and laugh and sigh”- cofiboi

Suspended disbelief, that’s what some call it. Most writers use this effectively and the voracious reader that I am, gobble it all up- hook, line and sinker.

Reading has been more than a hobby for me. It has become a source of inspiration. I get pleasantly surprised with the works of unknown writers whose talent is only given justice between the pages of their published work. I do not look at the world’s best seller lists. I prefer to go to second hand book stores and rummage through the piles of used and read books- which is an adventure in itself- and find worthwhile reads and ultimately be amazed at the authors’ deft writing.

One of the first few books I’ve read which made a lasting impression on me was Jane Heller’s ‘Cha, Cha, Cha.’ Based on the cover, one might dismiss it as your ordinary run-off-the mill ‘chick-lit’ but when you start to get into the meat of this witty thriller, you’ll find out that the author is extremely talented. Her scathing lines equals those of Dexter Morgan’s sarcasm.

Another source of inspiration comes from Peter Straub and Stephen King’s ‘The Talisman.’ I remember seeing this fantasy heavyweight from a friend’s library. One of the best collaborations I’ve read so far. This book is the type of novel that needs to be put down from time to time in order for the reader to absorb the richness of the narrative and to process the intricate realities the authors have woven. I still get goose bumps when I think about those sleepless nights when I was reading the book. It’s so vast and mind-boggling and all you can do is marvel at the sheer talent the authors have.

And when I grew up and life got in the way, reading was the farthest thing from my mind. Replaced with life’s trivialities and adulthood.

But just like Alice, down the rabbit hole I went- again. Reading has become second nature to me. It empowered me to be more creative, to see the world not just through rose-colored glasses but in a blinding stained-glass kaleidoscope.

And where my feet fails me to travel great distances, reading makes me fly.



chapter one

of vampires and werewolves

and warlocks and witches and wizards

of bold knights and evil kings and damsels in danger

of warriors and princes and the evil old stepmother

the pages crack

and the dust settles

in the playground, penned by the greatest minds

and read by eager schoolboys


chapter two

of love found and lost

of undulating bosoms and raging manhoods

of young affection, like the dewy spring

of men and women

and spies and secrets

of cloak and dagger

notes written on the edges

all dog-eared and stained


chapter three


of resolution and whodunnit

of mystery and crime

corruption, hate and death

of history, revolution, freedom and ultimately, redemption

we choose our heroes not of black and white

but of grays and blurred alliances


chapter four


of happy endings

of cliffhangers

we bid our journey fare thee well

the hero gets the girl

the villain dies

the country is freed

the president is saved

the mystery is solved

and in our head, the adventure continues


cofiboi on hush, hush

hush, hush by becca fitzpatrick was touted to be the next ‘twilight.’ i was really hoping that this wasn’t the case when i bought the book.

i was right, it wasn’t some twilight rip-off. it was worse.

personally, i think stephanie meyer’s vampire/teenage romance novels was the worst thing that happened to young-adult fiction. when i was reading the series, i had a bottle of aspirin handy. my head hurt from hating bella and edward so much. i really don’t see the point why these books were ever written. bella’s personality was as thin as paper and the other characters are cheap imitations of anne rice’s vampires. but i read the books so that i could justify hating them. let me correct myself, i don’t hate the books, i loathe them. if there was a stronger adjective, i would’ve used it.

but i digress. this is about becca fitzpatrick’s debut into the very lucrative  young-adult fantasy/fiction genre. her book, at 391 pages long highlights the story of a teenage girl (apparently, heroines very common in this genre) named nora grey, and a mysterious (aren’t they all?) boy called patch.

reading this book was an ordeal. and it’s setting would always remind you of the places in twilight. fortunately, the similarities end there. at first, i thought that was a good thing. but halfway through the book, the reader would still be in the dark as to what the story really is. character development is nonexistent. nora, and her best friend vee (another major character in the book) sound alike, and the main antagonist in the book, the guy wearing a black ski mask, is not that interesting. and patch, the love interest sounds like a badly written goth james dean.

when the story reaches its climax and the truth is revealed, it leaves more questions and a slightly bitter aftertaste. the plot is flimsy and the author didn’t even bother to shed some light on why these events are happening.  the book can actually be summed up in one sentence: a story about a fallen angel who falls in love with a girl and wants to be human to be with the girl forever. that’s the book in a nutshell.

the plot is uninspired, boring and a total waste of time.

cofiboi says, do not but this book. but if you are really interested, try to download an ebook of this. 🙂

If torture is what you’re after, you’re better off reading Stephanie Meyer.

cofiboi, the bookworm

i bought two books yesterday and i’m done reading one.

i bought becca fitzpatrick’s ‘hush hush’ and michael scott’s ‘the alchemyst’

i posted a status message on facebook that i was planning to buy books and was needing suggestions. a couple of friends replied with interesting titles. and of course, like the good sleuth that i am, i googled one of the titles and i got this:

interesting cover, huh?

will tell you all about the book once i get over my newfound hatred for the author and her chosen genre. yes, the book is THAT bad. do not, i repeat, do not buy this book. i should have read the reviews first before shelling out a couple of hundred pesos.

i will try to be objective. but i can’t right now, so my review would have to be delayed.

good thing michael scott is there to convince me that the young-adult fiction genre is more than bella and edward. i’m halfway through the first book in his nicholas flamel series and so far i am liking it.

and once i’m done reading, i’ll post my thoughts here. 🙂

so far, this book looks promising. 🙂

the written word

i like to read. i read a lot of things: books, manuals, blogs, the back of cereal boxes, graffiti,  street signs, any thing that would have words on it.

like many other kids with overacheiving parents, summer reading was required, on top of vacation bible school and other summer classes. so i learned to appreciate books at a young age.

i never liked those picture books. i have always felt dumb when i read them. i mean i can read the words and i can see them in my mind, no need to have pictures splattered all over the page to prove a point. but i guess i’m not as visual as most people.

one of the very first books i remember reading was a collection of russian short stories. and one of the stories that stood out was the story of baba yaga. she was this witch who was neither good nor evil. she was the first ‘gray’ character i read about.

i am fascinated by folk tales from other cultures because it allowed me to take a peek into their collective psyche. and although i may not be able to fully understand them, i am still able to reconcile their actions because of their beliefs.

i read a lot when i was a kid. and when i went to college, i always made it a point to go to those thrift stores where they sold second-hand books. i never really cared who the author was or the genre, as long as i read the blurb and it sounds good, then i’d buy it. and besides, these books are cheap.

i remember reading this novel by jane heller called ‘cha cha cha.’ it was a very light read but what i remember the most was how sarcastic the whole book really was. and then that’s how i started dreaming about being an ‘angsty’ writer. but then a friend introduced me to jessica zafra and my dreams were snuffed out just like that.

so i just decided to be a reader. and although i have attempted to write fiction at times, i found my writing style too amateurish. i’d rather keep a blog than write a manuscript. 🙂

so last night before having dinner at some mexican place, i decided to buy the second dexter novel by jeff lindsay. i loved the first one and i loved the series, i am positive i will like this installment too.