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The Only Epikia
Haggard. Twisted. Awkward. Weird? Bubbly. Hungry. Sleepy. I am a 20 year old something Registered Nurse, but ‘something’ by heart. I don’t know that ‘something’ yet, I’m still soul-searching, you know? I'm a master of none, I march to the beat of a different drummer and have the ability to laugh at most any situation.
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Pride and Prejudice
Wuthering Heights
Tuesdays With Morrie
Ever After
So Yesterday
Strange Bedpersons (MIRA)
Open House
The Au Pairs
An Abundance of Katherines
Lucky
I'm kinda contemplating on how I will rate this one. For the first few pages, I don't really know what's going on, what the plot is all about, ya-da-di-da, until the moment when the heroine, Emmm, had her third fugue of Johnny, a 1970's actor/artist and thought that for some reasons, this reminded me of Audrey Niffenegger's The Time Traveler's Wife but with more sex scenes (I mean, yeah, TTTW has its own share of those, but, yeah...and oh, it was mentioned in the latter part of the story and Doctor Who also, BTW) and with vague explanation on how the hell her fugue became a time travelling thing, but come to think of it, I think it wasn't explained after all.The story was interesting, yes, but I think it will be a lot better if the fugue has an explanation. Emmm's fugue started after the accident when she was six and broke, not her legs, shoulders, hands, blah-blah, but her head...but without brain damage, though the fugue started after that. Now in her early thirties, she met Johnny in a coffee shop and was immediately intrigued because of his smoldering, brooding looks and she doesn't have any idea that he was, well, kinda a big name in late night cable TV, as well as on the artsy side. With the help of her best friend's copy of the art movies the notorious Johnny, in his twenties, showing his you-know-what's and sha-la-la's, made, the internet, some coffee book that made her obsessed with the fifty-seven year old Johnny in some demented, deluded way that triggered, after two or three years of not having it, the fugue and it's a lot more frequent than she was used to.
Up until now, I'm still having a hard time to process on what the heck did I just read? Maybe it was supposed to be 2.5, 3, or 3.5 stars, or maybe because I was just sleep deprived and hungry and I must get back to this review after a full stomach and a restful sleep. It was interesting, but I wasn't that satisfied. Yeah, that might be it.