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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.

Currently reading

Pride and Prejudice
Jane Austen, Anna Quindlen
Wuthering Heights
Richard J. Dunn, Emily Brontë
Tuesdays With Morrie
Mitch Albom
Ever After
Karen Kingsbury
So Yesterday
Scott Westerfeld
Strange Bedpersons (MIRA)
Jennifer Crusie
Open House
Jill Mansell
The Au Pairs
Melissa de la Cruz
An Abundance of Katherines
John Green
Lucky
Alice Sebold, Claudia Valeria Letizia
Notes from a Liar and Her Dog - Gennifer Choldenko Back in my Junior year in High School, it is expected (usually on the third periodical period, especially if you studied in a Public School like me) for the English teachers to let the students have their book report on the teacher-approved-books-selected-by-the-students. I remember I was having a hard time choosing what book I will read since at that time, I wasn't really a book enthusiast compare to what I am now. With the lack of resources (our School Library is kinda horrible), my Father don't really approve of me reading Fiction (that time, I begged him to buy me the first six books of Harry Potter and he never relented--it was only in my College days that he eventually gave in, and I have my sources then) so in short, I have no source of finances if I want to buy one. Then came my best friend's suggestion for me to read 'Notes from a Liar and Her Dog', and since I don't really have books to choose from, I decided to borrow it from her and when I presented it to our teacher, it was approved. Now, now, I know, this book was supposed to be for 8-12 years old kids, usually middle-schoolers (in the Philippines, it's in grade 4-6.) But hey, it was approved by my teacher, so, why would I complain?

This was one of the first few books I've read where bucket of tears was shed from my eyes. Seriously, I bawled my eyes out. In some ways, I have related to her, since I have a rocky relationship with my Father that time (but I'm not a notorious liar!) The notion of my-parents-aren't real-they-love-me-they're-not-my-real-parents-anyway-one-day-my-real-family-will-come-and-get-me? Seriously, this gashed up to the bones and I read it in one sitting and immediately wrote (before typing) my review. Good thing I have followed my best friend's suggestion. HAHA. And I never meant to be cheesy or something, okay? And instead of just passing the report to my teacher, I was forced to have an oral report of it (as a form of punishment--I was seen passing a note with my classmate during discussion. SO. YEAH. Bloody hell.) and boy, though at first, I have a serious case of butterflies in the stomach, I enjoyed telling the story to the class. I can't really remember all details of the story now since it's been six years since the first time I've read this. I want to re-read it though, but I don't have my own copy (and my best friend's copy was ruined because of the typhoon that happened two years ago, their house was flooded.)...so, I guess I have to...keep searching, just keep searching.