Tw7sted by Jessica Zafra- A Book Review or Something Like It..
Posted late, hauled this from another site, thought I must post this one here also...
Amidst the nausea-inducing rush of last minute Christmas shoppers I scoured the (I'm too lazy to read the label) section of National Bookstore for a good book to curl up with in this expectedly humid holiday(ugh, Global Warming). And party its basically a little self comforting treat for feeling stupid trailling my bestfriend and her boyfriend. But anyway, my glimpse was caught by an oddly covered book(9 faces of whom I guess is the author wearing 9 different glasses and faces, how adorably narcissistic!). And the title is equally odd titled, tw7sted(which reminds me of sk8ter boi, euww), the authors name is scribbled slightly above the title in huge but slim letters-Jessica Zafra. Ohh shes that author my friend Elizabeth(she wants to be called Isolde) repeatedly for innumerable times recommended. The most notable part was she described the author, she got balls. While arguing with myself whether to buy it or not because its basically a choice; this odd book or another odd book Girl Trouble by a fellow from LaSalle Bacolod, Allan Navarro. The first one, curious of how much this Jessica Zafra has balls and the latter being how many times my favorite word, fuck, recurred. Then I saw other books with twisted embedded in the title. Ohh its a series, intriguing, Im a sucker for series, the thrills of looking forward for the next book so you could compare it with the previous. So there were, Twisted II: Spawn of Twisted, Planet of the Twisted, Twisted V, Twisted VI. And for a fraction of a minute it became a debate for 195s vs 145, hence Tw7sted won by an avalanche.
The book seemed to be covered with irresistible forces, drawing my book starved soul to devour it. I did not even have it plastic-ed at the cashier(partly because of my Less Aditional Waste campaign). So I was having my Chicken Fillet dinner and sipping my coke at McDonalds, my hands were itching to turn the pages. I scanned the chapters, Ohh its like a collection of journals, that heightened my already ecstatic excitement being ranting/rambling blogger myself. Like what I conventionally do I started with the last page. Ohh Russell Crowe, Meg Ryan... Meg Ryans boobs. I smiled never a care about the bustling McDonalds gluttons. Does Meg Ryan even have boobs? The old man in City of Angels referred to her a the 'flat-chested nurse.' Grins. Wide. And by the way Russell Crowes epic portrayel of Maximus won the AllynMay Award for Best Performance by an Actor in Sword..and Skirt.
Moving on... I was already diving deep into the depths of Jessica Zafras thoughts, swimming with Peter Jackson, Tom Waits, Gael Garcia Bernal, Roger Federer, Eminem, Pres. Gloria M. Arroyo, coup plotters, and Urok-hais with Bono providing the musical scoring.
Overall the book is like 260 pages of tales, bloggishly laid out, complete with puns(or at least I thought they are), underpinnings and information that shouldve had links in it. Its a smart taking on of the existing issues that some of us goes through and some of us dont, full of contageous realizations. Personally its informative and I like that column dedicate to our Kurt Cobain. It is more than a collection of journals it is the authors life. Inspiring, entertaining and most of all ballsy. When you finished it, you automatically felt that you just have bonded with the author.
The book seemed to be covered with irresistible forces, drawing my book starved soul to devour it. I did not even have it plastic-ed at the cashier(partly because of my Less Aditional Waste campaign). So I was having my Chicken Fillet dinner and sipping my coke at McDonalds, my hands were itching to turn the pages. I scanned the chapters, Ohh its like a collection of journals, that heightened my already ecstatic excitement being ranting/rambling blogger myself. Like what I conventionally do I started with the last page. Ohh Russell Crowe, Meg Ryan... Meg Ryans boobs. I smiled never a care about the bustling McDonalds gluttons. Does Meg Ryan even have boobs? The old man in City of Angels referred to her a the 'flat-chested nurse.' Grins. Wide. And by the way Russell Crowes epic portrayel of Maximus won the AllynMay Award for Best Performance by an Actor in Sword..and Skirt.
Moving on... I was already diving deep into the depths of Jessica Zafras thoughts, swimming with Peter Jackson, Tom Waits, Gael Garcia Bernal, Roger Federer, Eminem, Pres. Gloria M. Arroyo, coup plotters, and Urok-hais with Bono providing the musical scoring.
Overall the book is like 260 pages of tales, bloggishly laid out, complete with puns(or at least I thought they are), underpinnings and information that shouldve had links in it. Its a smart taking on of the existing issues that some of us goes through and some of us dont, full of contageous realizations. Personally its informative and I like that column dedicate to our Kurt Cobain. It is more than a collection of journals it is the authors life. Inspiring, entertaining and most of all ballsy. When you finished it, you automatically felt that you just have bonded with the author.
| Posted by allyn. on 12/26/2008 9:17 PM | Visits: 64 |