So I have a really bad case of ‘grabby hands’ when it comes to buying books, and it gets worse when those books are on sale. Case in point: I stumbled upon this post by Gathering Books a couple of months ago where they talked about a then upcoming warehouse book sale in SINGAPORE.
An act of kindness brings shy reporter Mr. Tibble into contact with the unusual Miss Minou. Tibble is close to losing his job because he only writes stories about cats. Fortunately, Minou provides him with real news. She gets the juicy inside information from her local feline friends, who are the eyes and ears of the neighborhood. Tibble is appreciative, but he wonders how she does it. He has noticed that Minou is terrified of dogs and can climb trees and rooftops with elegance and ease. . . . It’s almost as if she’s a cat herself. But how can that be?
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The stories in this collection merge technological wonder with the everyday. Children upgrade their fighting spiders with armor, and toymakers create punchcard-driven marionettes. Large fish lumber across the skies, while boat people find a new home on the edge of a different dimension. Technology and tradition meld as the people adapt to the changing forces of their world. The Sea Is Ours is an exciting new anthology that features stories infused with the spirits of Southeast Asia’s diverse peoples, legends, and geography.
For my inaugural post on this here blog, I’m going to recommend a book that has earned a special place in my heart for certain reasons.
At the start of 2014, I was not in a good place. I had not taken care of myself and as a result, it was decided that redoing my final year at uni would be the best course of action. I was soon diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety, which made sense as to why it felt like my entire life came to a screeching halt and all the colours had washed out.
All the things that used to be enjoyable for me, became things that I could no longer bring myself to do, and even if I did, it was a chore and no longer brought me any joy.
This included reading. I’ve always been a reader, and even if I’m not balancing several books at once, I am still reading SOMETHING.
Because you see, the thing with depression isn’t that you’re always sad, it’s often that you just do not have enough energy to do things. The things you have to do, the things you want to do, need to do. So not being able to resort to an activity that was guaranteed to make me feel better, was a massive sucker punch to say the least.