Bacolod 2013: National Bookstore, SM Citi, Reclamation Area

The mall rests on reclaimed land, just beyond the main plaza and San Sebastian Cathedral.  Yesterday was the first chance she had, since arriving, to see the blue walls of La Consolacion College, the old church, the plaza, the flower arrangers. She made the taxi driver stop, got down, and selected a huge standing bouquet of white lilies, foxgloves, and red anthurium. She’ll take it to Bacolod Memorial Park this morning, to put in front of the graves of her Dear Departed Grandfather and Dear Departed Dad.

And then she went to the Mall.  Destination:  National Bookstore, to see if they carried copies of some of her books.

She’s been there before, she knows where the Filipino Authors section is.  2nd Floor, in a corner.

She was gratified to see a group of young students, crowding this section.

Hopeful sign!

The books these young people were reading were thin little paperbacks, identical in size.  All had white spines.  Wonder what those could be, self wondered, edging closer.

These thin little buggers (little more than pamphlets) covered floor to ceiling of two book sections.  There didn’t seem to be any other types of books:  No books by Jessica Zafra, by Charlson Ong, by Butch Dalisay, by Dean Alfar, by Simeon Dumdum or Marne Kilates.  So, what were these books?

They were “chick lit”, homegrown.  Novels of about 50 pages, knocked out fast on newsprint.  Self is so gratified by this evidence that young people are still reading.  She wanted to take pictures of the shelves but couldn’t manage to squeeze in between students.  So instead she continued wandering around the store and selected a few of the more interesting books, books such as:





In the textbooks section, self found this. The book is in its 3rd edition.

In the textbooks section, self found this. The book is in its 3rd edition.

Self came away with two blank journals.  Journals are pretty expensive in the United States, but one of the journals she bought yesterday looks very similar to the Moleskin sketchbooks that sell there for $12 – $15, and all she paid for the journals were 159 pesos each (Just under $4).

Stay tuned for further peregrinations.

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