Since self is now pretty sure of going home in December, and since there’s only so much a body can accomplish in three weeks (!!!), other than get horribly jet-lagged and fat, self thought she’d better begin soliciting suggestions for:
- The three best books by contemporary Filipino writers that she must buy to bring back with her to the States (No coffee table books, please! Self likes poetry, she likes prose, she likes graphic novels, she loooves — at the present moment, anyway — history and memoir and non-fiction)
- The three best bookstores that she must be sure to visit in the three weeks that she is in Manila
- The three movies she absolutely must see before going back home
Never mind restaurants or food! She’s sure she doesn’t need to eat one more thing, not one!
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Call to Dearest Mum: Why didn’t you send copies of The Lost Language with cousin who was just in Manila? Self has a reading on Nov. 7, and it would have been so great to have the copies ready. Dearest Mum replied, she is ashamed. She doesn’t want anyone to read the book. The stories are so violent. Even her brothers couldn’t read it, they had to stop after the first 5 pages, never mind that self dedicated the book to Ying. So,
HA HA HA HA HA HA !!!!
(Now, self thinks: how in the heck is she going to get through three weeks of December in Manila? Hubby, though, maintains it will be very “good” for self to go. Self wants to ask him: And what do you know about it? Did you ever have a family such as mine???)
Now self is wondering: which is worse, to have the maternal seal of approval, or not to have the maternal seal of approval?
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.