Tamara Goodwin was stripped off of everything she had once with the death of her father. She and her mother sold everything they ever had. Not only were they poor and living in Arthur and Rosaleen’s – her uncle and aunt – house, they had been stripped off of the power and will to move on and live. With the help of a very magical and mysterious diary that tells the future, Tamara uncovers the truth behind the lies she was taught to believe with and exposes secrets kept for years.
The Book of Tomorrow is another novel by Cecelia Ahern. It’s another fictional story dipped in magic.
Tamara is exactly like the girls usually seen in TV – spoiled and wild. She’s a girl I try not to be. It’s a common plot in a book: a young rich girl turned poor and homeless. What was good about it is how she changed and evolved intro somebody else, far different yet better. She started to think and reflect, she was helping her family move on and she realized how much she loved and appreciated her father despite his wrong decision and pride. It’s like in those sayings that tell how you appreciate something when it’s no where near your grasp anymore.
At first, you would guess that the book will teach her never to meddle with the future. But Ahern was realistic. You can never meddle with the future. Instead, the book taught Tamara to think of the consequences of our actions. As the end nears, I learned a lot along with her. I understood and will try to keep in my heart and never forget.
The book was trying to lead Tamara into something else too. At the first few chapters, I thought the book will drag and just when my eyelid were starting to droop, the book jerked my eyes open, alert and curious. I will not spoil the fun for you but let me hint, old secrets will be uncovered. And it will all start with someone – someone and her jealousy, lies, and too much loving. Just like a quote someone sent me, anything that’s too much, spills and is wasted. Imagine pouring water over a glass filled to the brim.
Cecelia Ahern never failed me so far. I think these ideas were not new but she introduced all of them to me – falling in love with an invisible person, acquiring the skill and knowledge of your anonymous blood benefactor, finding a place where all things lost end up, pills that can make you work at two places at a time, and now this, a diary that tells the future.
She’s a brilliant author with brilliant books and I am so happy she’s still young and no where near retiring.
Hearing voices on your head is not a good thing and it will surely earn you a visit to the psychologist. But if the highly praised and very famous Ms. Jane Austen talks to you through your mind, surely you’d be honored.
This exactly happens to Elizabeth Barnett, one very lucky and ironically, unlucky woman. With Jane on her side acting as the sister, the best of friends, and the mentor, Ellie goes through a lot of man hunting, high hoping, and painful break ups resulting to a very low fall back to loneliness with tears on her cheeks and a painful bum.
According To Jane had a very simple message – to listen to your heart, not to someone’s else. Finding out what you truly wants is far different from feeling that you want this because someone raised such point. It makes a difference.You could listen and follow the advice but be able to recognize when its time to use your own understanding.
Jane Austen as a character is very entertaining as well as an author, voicing out her opinion in Regency Era language and expressing her distaste in antique cursing. In every advice and warning, Jane speaks words of wisdom and truth. It must have been really convenient to have Jane Austen guiding your sense.
One highly praised positive factor in this book is how relationships evolve and grow, how people grow up.
Ellie and her sister, Diana, for instance. Siblings tend to separate first, marking the one geek and the other the bitch. Then how they seek each other out as time elapses, needing, helping, defending each other – portraying the truth in my parents’ words that in the future, it’s each other’s company you will have.
Even before Mr. Darcy arrived in Ellie’s front steps, I knew this was coming. I knew his intentions. But I have yet to know how he is going to prove himself. Brant fashioned this modern Mr. Darcy from the Regency Era Mr. Darcy – the same haughty and arrogant manner we all recognize. There was certainly a hint of Pride and Prejudice in this book (which of course satisfied Laurel Ann, hence the 5 stars) enough to make us giggle with delight as we recognize the same man, the same action, the same words…
The modern Darcy and Bennett tandem beautiful enough to feed the hearts of Austen fans. It’s a love story we recognize, recycled, and will be much appreciated as the original.
Rating: 4.5 out 5!
I am utterly disappointed. In the book cover, Logan Lerman is facing somewhere else and not facing me where I could lust over his face and tuck this book under my pillow. Aside from that, the book is as mighty as Zeus’ lightning bolt.
Percy Jackson was so much more than a dyslexia and ADHD patient, transferred six schools in six years. He’s a half blood – half god, half human, son of Poseidon, god of the Sea. Now this information comes as a shock and isn’t as luxurious as it sounds. Zeus threatens war. His lightning bolt was stolen and Percy, son of Poseidon who Zeus recently had an argument with, is the prime suspect. Given the deadline until the summer solstice, Percy must retrieve the lightning bolt from the real thief along with Grover, his protector and half goat and Annabeth, daughter of Athena.
Book one is jam packed with adventures, riddles and puzzles to solve, and gods, goddesses and monsters to defeat – Minotaurs, the Furies, Medusa, Ares – to name a few. It’s like opening door after door until you open the last one and find yourself talking to Hades, god of the Underworld. A step by step quest not at all easy if this was not fiction. It’s super coated of all things amusing – from the title chapters, the gods and goddesses and their habits, the world of Olympus, the demigods, Percy Jackson and Rick Riordan’s humor.
In Half Blood Hill, where half bloods train and strengthen their skills, they are grouped in cabins depending on who your father or mother is. As in the case of Percy, he stays alone in cabin three as the only son of Poseidon. This reminds me of the houses in Hogwarts which I sorely miss.
Percy’s mother married a man who stinks and plays poker all day, drinking beer and decorating the house with litter. She put up with this man in order to cover up the strong scent that Percy has as his father is one of the Big Three. This reminds me also of the beautiful Lily Potter who sacrificed herself for her son.
Not that I have a suspicious point to raise. Moving on.
An idea from the book caught me and my attention. As they stayed for the night in the forest littered with beer cans and all things plastic, Grover can’t help but complain how we human littered the world, how there are less stars visible at the night. The article I read on Yahoo! News comes into mind. How the sky was amazingly clear and pristine blue when all flights were canceled due to the volcano eruption. I remember also the times whenever my Dad and I would travel to the country side of the Philippines and I could clearly see the bare part of the mountain hill, just brown when it’s supposed to be green. I can’t help but think that I’m one of these sort of people.
As Percy, Annabeth and Grover travel through the Underworld, Charon explain how human littered the River Styx with broken dreams and shattered hopes. After all, all things dead and broken end up in the Underworld.
My curious mind can’t help but wonder, could hell be littered with such sad things too?
In the movie, the director made changes to the plot and though some are in the negative opinion on these changes, I am not part of this percent. One of these changes is the obvious pair up of Annabeth and Percy when in the book I could see no love signs. I tried to look for it but I found something else.
Poseidon’s love for Percy’s mother was true and pure as the pearls under the ocean.
“Poseidon call you a queen,” I (Percy) told her (Percy’s mother). “He said he hadn’t met a woman like you in a thousand years.“
. . . .
She wiped a tear off her cheek. “You sound so much like your father,” she said. “He offered to stop the tide for me once. He offered to build me a palace at the bottom of the sea. He thought he could solve all my problems with a wave of his hand.”
Calling a woman a queen is old school but this line made it feel so special. I think I could call my Mom a Queen.
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief is another book I wish to display beside our Harry Potter series. It deserves a place such as that. I’ll cover it with a plastic cover so after I reread it for the 50th time, it would still look okay. This is not just about adventures. There’s such things as family and making decisions, weighing options that almost weighs the same. Love, friendship, family. Bravery and wisdom.
It’s a good thing that Percy has a very interesting life to entertain me for a period of four books.
P.S Forgive me if this is long. It might be because right after I put the book down, I opened my laptop and clicked New Post. Understandable.
Rating: 4 out of 5!
This book spoke to me. It narrated a story so brutal, yet so enchanting.
Susie Salmon was raped and murdered at a very young age. She arrives in heaven in possession with everything she wished and dreamed. But nothing is perfect. Does that include heaven? She thinks so. Her family is not in heaven. She can witness everything from up above – her real killer, Mr. Harvey acting without any guilt, without any trace. But nothing hurts more than seeing her family grieve and break apart – how her mother chose adultery as a way to forget her, how her little brother slowly turned his heart to stone, how her sister tries to be strong, and how her father tries to cope with the devastating truth, turning the lights on just in case she comes back.
She meets the other girls Mr Harvey killed. She watches souls from every corner of the world leaving their bodies. Up there, you watch people love, cry, and die.
Heaven to me was a place with no sorrow, no pain and no hunger. It’s where you find what you didn’t get and what you lost back in Earth. It’s where you go back to your Creator. It’s where you watch over your loved ones.
It never came to my mind that heaven would be imperfect. I can feel the frustration of Susie as she just watch and sit doing nothing, how she would very much like to point out where exactly she was killed. What strucks me the most is when you see your loved one about to die. Should you be happy for your gain or for the loss of those left in Earth? How would I feel if placed in such a situation?
In Heaven, you also wait, just like in Earth. You wish, you pray, and then it’s answered. You wish, you pray, that someday, your family would live painlessly and perfectly happy in heaven. Things happen. The winds take its course. It’s like what Mom said, just continue tugging God’s sleeve, endlessly praying until he gives in and answers your prayers – just like any parent.
The Lovely Bones is a very beautiful story that I loved and doted till the last page. Susie’s murder wasn’t that much interesting to me. What entranced me more is the idea, the concept of Sebold’s Heaven. Sebold writes beautifully, piercing words like a stab of a knife – sharp and painful. The book took long, it dragged, but I was gripped by her writing more than the story that I didn’t care much how odd the ending is. The feelings that death brought to the Salmon family was something I cannot overlook. There was so much supressed pain. So much bravado in Lindsay, Susie’s sister. Yet, so much weakness in her mother.
The story starts with hate and anguish but ends with love. It reminded me of a certain line from Harry Potter after the death of Dumbledore:
Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world.
This I will never forget.
Rating: 4 out of 5!
At the end of the book, there was a sneak peek of chapter one of another book from Alice Sebold, The Almost Moon. It was about a daughter who killed her mother who had Dementia. She prepared her mother, washed her and tried to make her look pleasing and then suffocated the old lady. I know it sounds brutal and brutal just seems to be the right word for Sebold’s novel, but I would like to read it. Just sharing, in the hopes that you’d read with me.
Rating: 4.5 out of 5!
We value time the most when the deadline is near, when we lose it once, when we are running out of it. Time is our constant enemy, our constant wish. We apportion it with out family, work and friends but give more emphasis on work. Work, work, work. At the end of the day, you sleep with your family, or with luck, play with them, but is your heart or mind with them? We sometimes wish we could defy time and nature. To be at two places at once – literally.
God happens to allow miracles. Those who are deserving will be given a chance. He sends people that acts as instruments to act as bridges for His plan to commence. In this story, He allows one man to defy time, thus giving him a chance to fix what was left unattended.
Gabe, a homeless man, offers Lou Suffern a pill that would allow him to be at two places at once. The effect runs out in the morning. How do you think Lou uses this pill? To be at work, and at home or to be at two meetings at once? Why of all people was Lou chosen?
The Gift is a very beautiful and meaningful story by Cecilia Ahern, now one of my favorite authors, fit for the Christmas season. For people who doesn’t find time to spend a portion of their time to people who matters the most. The story teaches us that life is short, no matter how long the days are, and that time will never stop and take a pause to check on your status. It will always be running, and you’d be constantly chasing after it.
I wanted to complete all of Cecilia Ahern’s novels and so I bought this. As of now, I still lack 3 more books. I read the first chapter for this novel over the internet on wattpad.com. I thought this would be a bit crappy (based on the cover) but I was so wrong. Judging a book by its cover is definitely something I need to stop.
Elizabeth Evans is, to me, an obsessive compulsive woman. She scrubs her already gleaming house. She moves things, like jars and pepper sprinklers, half an inch to the left or right just to put them in the position that satisfies her. She continually scolds her nephew, Luke, to stop dragging his foot when walking and to answer “yes” not “yeah”. She drinks coffee like it would be banned the next day. She finds it hard to sleep at night. She doesn’t like rain. She’s an interior designer who chooses neutrals only. Not a sight of greens or reds could be found on her designs nor on her clothes. She wears crisp black or brown suits for work with her hair tied in a tight bun. She has no time to laugh or talk nonsense. She fears the opinions of her neighbors. She’s the exact opposite of Poppy, one of her employees, who goes to work like she just took a bath from a pool of paint. She needs to learn how to open up and to express her feelings.
Ivan of Ekam Eveileb comes into her life to teach her just the right lesson she needs to learn. Ivan works with children. He works in a company whose aim is to be a child’s best friend. Ivan is what parents call invisible friends and what children calls best friends.
Elizabeth starts seeing Ivan and Elizabeth being Elizabeth she refuses to believe that Ivan is indeed invisible. She continues to believe that Ivan is Sam’s father, a friend of Luke. The extra slice of pizza , the invisible Ivan that Luke talks to, the Ivan who can’t open doors, the Ivan who loves olives and milk and knows a lot about olives, is the same Ivan Elizabeth sees. But she won’t believe it.
As crazy as that sounds, Ivan is real.. just invisible.
This book is all about the changes that Elizabeth undergoes as Ivan helps her to open up the deepest part of her life that she chose to hide from outsiders. In a small town, gossip is easy to spread. Everyone knows everyone and everything. He helps her realize those dreams that she dreamed together with her lost mother. He helps her reunite with her father. He helps her love Luke more and allow her self to fill the gaps which was supposed to be Saoirse’s, her crazy sister, job. He helps her let new people enter into her life. He made her feel how loving someone feels. He helped her overcome her fears.
If You Could See Me Now is a tale of love, hoping, dreams, vain waiting and moving on. This is fiction and we very well know that invisible friends do not exist. But the point is, sometimes, help comes in the most bizarre ways. Ways that seem impossible but is actually possible as long as you believe. Elizabeth believed in Ivan. Elizabeth loved Ivan. To her, the touch, the voice, the laughter, their moments together, the kiss was real. It’s good that nobody accused her being crazy, no?
This is another amazing tale, just like There’s No Place Like Here, written by Cecilia Ahern.
If to Ivan, blue is by far his favorite color, spinning is by far his favorite play, Elizabeth is by far his favorite friend, If You Could See Me Now is by far my favorite story.
(Note: Turn the letters for Ekam Eveileb around.)
Rating: 4.5 out of 5!
This are tales by Beedle The Bard, four to be exact, are binded in a book by J.K Rowling, translated by Hermione Granger with commentaries of Albus Dumbledore. Inside are four different stories with different messages to convey to the readers.
These wizarding tales are the equivalent of fairy tales to the muggle world. Stories that contain important moral values. Tales that enchant anyone who reads it. Tales that are read before bedtime. And just like any other person, I was enchanted with the stories as well.
I have two personal favorites among the four tales. First, “The Fountain of Fair Fortune”. Three witches – Asha, Altheda, and Amata – wanted to reach The Fountain of Fair Fortune which they believe would fix their woes. The roads, with challenges for those who pass, is blocked by a magical wall that opens only once a year. This three ladies planned to get to the opening first together. But then, fate has its twists. Along with them came Sir Lukeless, a muggle. What happens on their journey and on their arrival on the fountain is something for you to find.
This story was as magical as the others but it delighted me the most. It portrays the power of belief. It reminds me of the fact that when you believe you’d heal when you’re sick, you will. It’s being optimistic and proving to one’s self that this could happen and it will.
The first and the simplest story of all is the “The Tale of the Three Brothers”. Three brothers, on a journey, needs to cross a river too dangerous for a person to pass. Since these brothers are skilled wizards, they created a bridge for them to pass. Death, outraged by the fact that he was surpassed, tricked the brothers.
As Dumbledore said on his commentary:
Human efforts to evade or overcome death are always doomed to disappointment.
The eldest and second brother asked Death things that would enable them win any battle and bring back the dead. At the end, Death took them away. But the youngest brother, the wisest and humblest, asked for an Invisibility Cloak which he used to hide from Death. But when he reached old age and when he was ready to welcome death, he took off his Cloak and passed it to his son.
On Dumbledore’s commentary:
The third brother in the story (“the humbles and also the wisest”) is the only one who understands that, having narrowly escaped Death once, the best he can hope for is to postpone their next meeting for as long as possible.
The story with the simplest, most well known and obvious moral lesson is by far my favorite. Just like I said, the story was simple and the message was clear but just like Dumbledore, it made a profound impression on me. It reminds me of stories of people who was given second chances, those who are critically ill, almost dead, but was brought back to Earth for the reason that their mission isn’t done yet. These people, at some point of their life, would welcome death as the youngest brother did.
Another message that this last tale wants to convey is to remind us that death is just around the corner (as scary as this sounds), thus live life to the fullest of your abilities. Never be afraid to explore more for whatever life brings. Always be happy. Triumph over disappointments, problems, lost dreams, painful pasts, negative aspects in life, everything – for everything has a solution, everyone must move on.
The other stories were quite as good as these two, “The Wizard and the Hopping Pot” and “The Warlock’s Hairy Heart”, but I won’t summarize it for you.
The Tales of Beedle the Bard is a beautiful book that could be read by anyone without the need to think and contemplate what just happened at that particular page. You could even read it to your kids at bedtime. It’s as good as Cinderella or Snow White. Though there would be mentions of death and hairy hearts, I believe kids of today’s generation are tough enough to handle these?
Once again, J.K Rowling did a good job. I would like her to write more. Harry Potter is already a classic and I plan to buy anything that is HP related. Wouldn’t you want her to write another epic tale? The skies would cry with joy if she would!
Rating: 5 out 5!
What if .. you remember yourself living in 2004, working in a crappy job with no Christmas bonus, with bad teeth and nails, cheap boots that murders your toes .. and suddenly wakes up in 2007 in a hospital bed with a Louis Vuitton bag, a gorgeous, multimillionaire husband, a stylish loft, free carb diet, and a Mercedes?
Just imagine Lexi Smart’s reaction and feelings. Imagine yourself in her shoes. Me? I’d be the happiest. But not until I step inside the office again with no memories of previous meetings and of important people and places.
In business, three years is long, very long. And it’s no easy job to learn everything that happened in the past three years and keep your chin up and position away from predators who try to take advantage of your situation.
How much more if you remember your self hanging out with your best friends and then find them way different from what you remember them? How do you win their trust back without feeling stupid? How do you prove that you weren’t the bitch-boss-from-hell?
And then some hot Architect named Jon spills the biggest bean in your life? That you have a secret affair with him, that you planned schemes to hide the truth, that you weren’t happy with your gorgeous multimillionaire husband, that you used to have dates together, that he knows more about your life this past three years. But how would you trust someone you remember wasn’t part in any page in your life? How would you know if he’s lying or saying the truth?
Poor Lexi has to deal with all these.
Remember Me? was a beautiful story. It was thrilling to read about how Lexi was once down there is now up here. I was rooting to know more about how Lexi would regain her memories and who would help her. I wanted to know how she’d regain the lost friendship with Fi and the others. I wanted to know she would prove herself to the heads in her office.
Eric, her husband, was a weird man. He gave Lexi a Marriage Manual so she’d remember how they do things together. He is weird in bed. His Mont Blanc was the weirdest. He is so uptight about cleanliness and that Lexi should follow their carb-free diet.
Jon on the other hand was suspicious but cool. On his first meeting with Lexi, he was obviously hurt for Lexi does not remember one bit about him. Probably because he was the most important memory, that was the most affected. I was surprised when Jon showed up and straight forwardly told Lexi that he loves her and that she loves him. I was surprised with all the revelations that Jon spilled. It was the most bizarre. Like he could be lying or he could be sincere.
Another surprising things that Jon revealed to Lexi were her possessions on his house. Lexi knows for herself that the toaster was hers. That the other things she found in his room were hers. That the Sunflowers meant something. That surely, these things did. But she couldn’t comprehend why he would cheat and be untruthful to a man she vowed she’d love for ever.
Would she believe Jon? Or would she not?
Remember Me? was a fun read and I most enjoyed it. From the beginning of the book until the last when she remembers a vital piece of memory which involved Jon. With 430 pages, I finished it in 6 hours for I really cannot put it down. As if I’d lose my head too if I put this book down. I wanted to know more.
For sure, Remember Me? are already one of the books standing on your bookshelves. After all, it’s one of Kinsella’s babies. If not, then what are you doing?
Ratings: 4.5 out of 5!
Do you believe in Lucky Charms?
U.S. Marine Logan Thibault (read as T Bolt) does.
After finding a photograph of a smiling young woman during his tour in Iraq, he experiences sudden streaks of luck – winning poker games when he usually loses and ends up being the only survivor on certain deadly combats. If Victor, his superstitious friend, were to explain this surprising phenomena, it would be that the photograph was his lucky charm. Was he correct?
When Victor and Logan decided to quit and take a break from all the bullets and bombs, they took a fishing trip. Talking, reminiscing, drinking, smoking . . until Victor was hit on the head by the motor of a boat that was left by a group of careless teenagers. But before he died, he explained to Thibault that he owes this woman whatever luck he gained from the photograph. Since Victor’s death, Thibault has been seeing Victor’s ghost and getting nightmares. Since Victor’s words and the photograph kept on bugging him at, he set out his journey to find the woman who he believes, saved his life and who will be the woman he’d live with the rest of his life, with the photograph as his only guide. From then on, his walk from Colorado to Hampton started.
He meets Keith Clayton along the way, taking nude pictures of teenagers. He serves as our villain and not only that, but something more important. He is the grandson of head of the Clayton clan who, basically owns Hampton for they own almost every business franchise in the place. What would you expect? A playboy, bossy, arrogant, a person who takes advantages and uses his name to crush people with his pinky finger, and to keep other men away from Elizabeth, his ex-wife and the woman on the photograph. Yes, ironic. Could Logan, fearless and clever as he is, spark a nerve on Keith and start a fight? Would Elizabeth believe in Logan once he opens up about the photograph? Who would Elizabeth side with? What part will their son, Keith and Elizabeth’s, play?
At first read, The Lucky One didn’t catch my heart. The tone was too serious. To me, it looked like “This will all be narration, no conversations.”. But then, you can’t just put down a Nicholas Sparks without reading a few more chapters.
And so I find the book .. beautiful. The concept of finding your other half through a photograph, a lucky charm, interesting. Logan’s character is amusing. I love him. His calm demeanor, his organized ways, his fearless aura, how he handles situations and more. You would feel safe with him. He’s a talented man who could play the piano and the violin. He loved Elizabeth’s son. He knows how to play with him. He could adjust well with Ben. In other words, a good father.
On the other hand, I hate Keith. I hate him. How would he be so bossy? How could he prevent Elizabeth from starting a new life? There were not divorced. Grandfather Clayton will not consent to it. Judge Clayton would not permit it. Keith Clayton is keeping an eye on anyone who gets near Beth while he himself is sleeping with other women. Nice. Plus, he’s a bad father. He does not have the ability to sense when and when not to. And he fears dogs! Good thing Thibault keeps one, Zeus and a very intelligent dog at that. Hah.
Okay enough with the I-hate-Clayton.
The conclusion is: The book is worth reading. I had no regrets and it was not boring at all. Though the theme is centered around romance and destinies, it kept on the edge of my seat.
Nicholas Sparks made me cry as he did with his other fans. I cannot find fault except a little bit about Elizabeth’s overreaction. The Lucky One made me bring back the old me who believes in signs.. and soul mates.. and same color of shirts means you’re meant to be.. and destiny.. but hey! sometimes I still do (*blush*).
I must not stop believing though. Who knows, maybe I’d find myself making up signs and eventually finding my other half. Maybe we’d find our destined man or woman, dear readers, the same way Logan found his.
Ratings: 4.5 out of 5!