Hooked On Bookz

An easy read that teaches you about love, life and appreciation. What I enjoyed reading most is Carlson's favourite poem by Norma Cornett Marek, Tomorrow Never Comes : The beginning is my favourite: "If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly, and pray the Lord your soul to keep. If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss, and call you back for just one more. If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would tape each word and action, and play them back throughout my days. If I knew it would be the last time, I would spare an extra minute or two, To stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you know I do. So just in case tomorrow never comes, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you, and I hope we never will forget. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, And tod

The Dram Projects is making this appeal particularly to those who know how books and reading can make a difference. Let's pledge to give RM1 a day for the next 12 days. Accept this invitation or email dramprojects@gmail.com to register for this fundraising exercise, and tell your friends whose lives have been changed or touched by books to pledge their RM1-a-day too! Pledge Period: 22nd June to 3rd July 2009 Charity: Burmese refugee schools The money collected will be used to buy books for the Burmese refugee schools supported by Bless Community Services. The Dram Projects will publish your name and your pledge on Facebook, via email and on its website. If you want to donate (RM12) you can do so by sealing the money in an envelope. Or, you can write a cheque to: Dram Projects Sdn Bhd Or transfer the money to ... CIMB Bank Berhad Account number : 1209-0001698-057 Or you can post them to ... c/o Daphne Lee 146-0-1 Villa Flora Jalan Burhanuddin Helmi Taman Tun Dr Ismail 60000 Kuala Lu

A mom returns home from the gym, looks for her baby in the nursery and finds that the baby isn't hers. She goes berserk and starts to suspect that her baby has been swapped for another. Nobody believes her, not even her husband. They think she's just suffering from post-natal depression. It is one-against-the-world battle for her, until when a previous family murder case unravels that people around her begins to wonder what the truth is. 'Little Face' is certainly not her best. I personally preferred her 'Hurting Distance' which was thrilling, disturbing and full of unexpected twists and turns. Unlike this one, you could easily tell who the devil in disguise is and foresee the plot. The storytelling rhythm was draggy to a point of exasperating. Don't bother guessing the ending, because it's exactly what you'd expect. (Well, close enough for me :P) By the way, the ending is disappointing! My verdict? 2 out of 5 stars.

Just the other day, a close friend of mine poured out his worries to me. Much have happened at his work place lately, both good and bad, and he's overwhelmed by doubt and fear. Coincidentally, he asked me to recommend him some books to read. Prior to the conversation, I suggested the Bartimaeus trilogy (but, of course!). But after our little chat, I recommended him Lance Armstrong's It's Not About the Bike . Here's why. When diagnosed with testicular cancer, the once confident, ruthless Armstrong, felt weak and lost, mentally and physically. But gradually, he picked himself up and decided to not give in without a fight. And it is this journey that we see how Lance turns fear into strength, uses it to fight his doubts, worry and disappointments with courage, perseverance, endurance and determination. And most importantly, to bring back once again, the belief in himself to be able to overcome a challenge. This part, best describes it: "I believed in belief, for its o

Met up with Tash Aw yesterday (Saturday) in MPH 1 Utama. Sad to say, the evening was kinda disappointing. We didn't have much time with him, and it felt like a rush, having to 'run through' my 'interview' with him. It was supposed to start at 7pm, but as usual, Malaysians, being very punctual, arrived only at about 7.30 or so. (Yours truly arrived at 7 sharp) By the time we were done with dinner, it was already 8.15pm. We were then ushered to a cosy area, where Tash sat right in the centre, and the rest of us sat around him. After the quick introduction, Tash spoke for awhile before proceeding to the autograph session. I bought his book while I was there, just to get his autograph and to have an opportunity to 'chat' with him. He was quite friendly, a little aloof at times, and looked pretty tired (he had been travelling for 4 weeks). Asked me a few basic questions, like if I'm an MRC member, what does MRC usually do during the book clubs and what kind o

Father and son on a boring journey of survival. Boring. Got nothing out of it. 3 days of wasted time. Too much repetition throughout. Couldn't feel the proximity of the father-son relationship. Conversations were boring too. Love the font type though. What put me off really, was the non existent quotation marks, the pages that went on and on without chapters (almost sounded like the story teller was rambling to himself and caught in his own world), and some weird combination of words (2 words made into 1). This is by far, the only book which I didn't enjoy reading. Sorry McCarthy. I just couldn't and didn't get it. My ratings? 1 out of 5 stars Image taken from: http://swingleydev.com/blog/wp-content/the_road_lg.jpg

this is uber cool! thx dear for sharing this :)