MPH Bookstore is having a Warehouse Sale (Jalan Section 13/4 for all you PJ people).
Best freakin’ book sale I have ever been to. I was expecting a small sale with a bunch of crappy books no one reads that they were trying to get rid of or types of books that I personally don’t dive into (cookbooks? no thanks!) So you can imagine my most pleasuable surprise when I found that they were actually selling a lot of books that looks really interesting.
I spent over RM 150 on 10 books. Which is actually a real steal seeing how I have been spending about RM 120 a month on books alone since I moved to Kuala Lumpur.
What did I buy? Let’s see…
There’s One Day The Soldiers Came by Charles London which is a book about the children of war.
There is Tony Parson’s Man and Boy. This has been one book that I’ve wanted to read but not so badly that I am willing to shell our over RM 30 for. Apparently I am willing spend about half that though.
There is Freakonomics. That damn Shock Doctrine book has ignited an interest in economics in me. I never realized just how entangled economics was with everyday life until then… and ever since then, I find I have been more open to discovering more about the subject.
The Catcher in the Rye. I always got to have at least one ‘classic’ everytime I buy a bulk of books. Besides, I have never read it. For some reason, whenever I think Catcher in the Rye, my mind immediately brings up To Kill a Mockingbird. Odd.
The Odyssey of Homer. In all honesty, I don’t know how I am going to finish reading this. I mean, come on! The Odyssey is pretty heavy reading. But I’m (wo)man enought to admit a vice: I am really superficial when it comes to books and their covers and this edition had a really nice cover. I have The Illiad at home (my mom’s), but I have a tendency to overlook it because the cover is so… ick, plus the paper and ink it uses isn’t that great. (That’s one of the reasons I don’t read that many Malaysia-printed books — they have a tendency to use really thick, white paper… it’s like buying a freakin’ textbook!)
I got Moral Minds: The Nature of Right and Wrong. How could a book that delves into the study of why we believe right is right and wrong is wrong and what foundations we lay those beliefs upon not interest me?
Becoming Myself: Reflections on Growing Up Female. My chick-lit dose.
There is Zoom: The Global Race to Fuel the Car of the Future. Which isn’t really all that great sounding if you are a firm believer that ‘the car of the future’ has already been created but is hidden away by governments and large corporations so that they can make their millions on oil.
I bought Remembering: Voices of the Holocaust. Stories of various Holocaust survivors. Have any of you ever heard about Eli Harlan? He is a science fiction writer whose works I have never read and am not really that interested in reading. I am, however, impressed with his attitude. He has a couple of YouTube videos that I love like the one about paying writers (which can be applied to just about anyone whose source of income comes from their intellectual property — which, in Malaysia, is worth less than shit anyway). But to get back to point, there is this other YouTube video where he talks about how college students today, though educated, don’t actually know anything about the world anymore. Anyway, I realized after hearing this rant how little I myself know about the Holocaust. I’ve read Anne Frank, but that story kind of… hangs. You don’t actually read into what happens in the camps.
And lastly is Egonomics which is about the upside and downside of ego in business.
So there we go. 10 books. And I still have to get through my current ones. At the moment, for before-sleep reading, I am reading Empress by Karen Miller (it’s a fantasy book) and for LRT-reading, I am slowly (said with emphasis because I often find I have to re-read paragraphs) making my way through Karl Marx’s Economic & Philosophic Manuscripts of 1844 and the Communist Manifesto.
I was really self-conscious about reading the manifesto in public. I mean, I don’t want people to look at me with looks that say, “You’re a communist?!” But then I thought, “Fuck them all. They probably know as little about communism as I do, but at least I’m open to finding out.” Though to be honest, I don’t think I’ve learned all that much other than the fact that I am really not communist material.