You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.
—  Alison McGhee, All Rivers Flow To The Sea

"What if I tell him what I did last night, when the still water rose within me, overflowed its banks, and I walked to the gorge because I had to go to the gorge, and Todd Forrest was there, and he asked if he could kiss me, too, and I said I didn’t care and he put his arms around me and picked me up and he asked if he could unzip my jeans and I said I didn’t care and he had a condom, too, and he asked and I said I didn’t care and then it was happening again and it hurt again and stone was beneath me, stone all around me, the rushing water that I want to be rushing behind me where I couldn’t see it, flowing fast and free over more stone. I closed my eyes until it was over, and then I lay there and it was Ivy I saw, Ivy, silhouetted against the moon, standing in the paneless window of the hay barn.

No. I can’t tell William T. about that. What would I say?

William T., help. I’m in trouble.

—  All Rivers Flow to the Sea by Alison McGhee
I watch him sleeping. His t-shirt. His jeans. His hair. The no-motion, no-motion, no-motion, slight-lift, slight-drift, of his back. His lungs inside, doing their work. His heart, pumping, pumping, pumping. His blood, flowing its way through all the passages and curves of his body. Is he dreaming?
You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.
—  Alison McGhee, All Rivers Flow To The Sea
When disaster strikes...

I can’t even express how glad I am that for the second day this week, the sun is high up in the sky. If some of you have been living under a rock this past week, you’ll be surprised to know that monsoon rains have been continuously pounding on the Philippine rooftops, in what seemed to be a replay of the deadly Ondoy typhoon. Lazy-ass students have also been rejoicing for classes were suspended the whole week but I personally preferred to be in school rather than stuck at home, watching unfortunate news updates on the telly. I also gained a whopping thousand tweets from all the retweeting and updating since that was all I could do, being trapped in the house since our village also suffered from the flood. Thank God though that everything’s back to normal now…well, at home at least—other areas are still submerged but hopefully water’ll subside by the end of the day. 

Since I’ve been sort of helpless this week, being sick and trapped, I chose to take a break from the chaos and hole up in my room with my beloved books. It’s been a while since I’ve cracked open a spine and I thought it was about time. So here’s what I read:

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The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

I must say thick books pose as a challenge for me because I find it hard to finish a book in one sitting but I quite enjoyed the story, the magical realism. I’ve never experienced going to a circus, other than watching the pricey but jaw-dropping Cirque de Soleil shows whenever they go here, but this book just constantly kept my imagination running. The love story between the two main characters is also not one to miss. 

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All Rivers Flow to the Sea by Alison McGhee

Oh gosh I don’t even know where to start. This was such a short but awesome read! I rarely find amazing reads in sales but I’m just so glad I impulsively picked this up months ago from National Bookstore’s bargain books. 

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(What can I say? Best 99 pesos I’ve ever spent!)

So anyway it’s about this girl Rose, who was in an accident with her older sister Ivy. Rose survives but unfortunately the crash leaves Ivy in a coma. The story centers around Rose, and how she struggles with her grief. It’s heart-rending, really. Of course YA novels aren’t complete without the comforting high school boys. Damn it I loved the boy in this novel. I won’t name him and I’ll leave it to you to find out who he is. I assure you though that you’ll surely fall in love with him.

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