Last Friday, I had a wishful thinking. That bookstores were open 24/7 like convenience stores and watering holes, so that anyone could easily satisfy sudden cravings for the smell of books in the middle of the night the same way MiniStop and 711 have faithfully satisfied our after-midnight instant fixations. Such is what happened to me last Friday. I thought I’d prefer to stay in after a long tiring day doing work errands, but sometime past 11:00PM, my Friday night sickness kicked in and I knew I had to go out and find.. a book store.

After a few calls and texts, I was able to confirm that Fully Booked is open until 12:00 AM. I made it there an hour before closing time.
And there it was, the highlight of my week, my 45-minutes of solitude away from life. That short moment when nothing — not the deadlines, bills, thedreamerie stuff, my boss, that pile of unwashed dishes by the sink back in the condo — is as important as wandering aimlessly through rows and rows of non-existent characters and made-up worlds.
Took a Jane Austen book from the classics section, held it for a few minutes, made a quick decision whether to purchase it or not, then placed it back in the shelf. Went past the Shopaholics series and did just that — went past it. Went past the new titles by Cecilia Ahern, too, and wondered how come she’s still writing books after what I thought was a failed first attempt. And so is that Lauren Weisberger woman. I think Ahern and Weisberger should shift their careers to movie script writing. P.S. I Love You and The Devil Wears Prada were better off in the big screen than in 3-inch think novels.
Found a stack of Sidney Sheldon titles and lingered for a moment, smiling as I remembered those days in high school when my classmates would trade Sheldon books with each other, read them during class under the desks, and discuss them during breaks with a passion. Found Nicholas Sparks’ section, and, embarrassed as I am to admit, got a copy of The Wedding and A Walk to Remember, two titles I’ve already read a couple of times in my younger years but I thought would come handy when I want to read without thinking too much.
Stepped in the Murakami turf and thought I’d give the Japanese author another chance, after my failure at reading The Wind Up Bird Chronicle. The thought of the missing cat made my head spin, I stopped reading at Chapter 3. Thanks to Joni‘s expert advise via text, I was able to confirm my decision on which Murakami title to buy. The one with the least number of pages, please, thankyouverymuch. But hey, like I said, I’m giving Murakami another try.
Paulo Coelho was my last stop, I ended up taking 3 titles in hopes of having his artistic prowess rub in on me. I’m so excited to read Veronika Decides to Die. I feel like I have a lot of things in common with that woman.
So with all my Friday night picks — 6 books plus a couple of cutesy pens, a leather book cover, and a notebook I don’t really need but couldn’t resist putting in my basket — I went to the counter with the smile of a little girl who just got out of a candy store. Warning to my readers: don’t do this if you don’t have a Fully Booked discount card. If anything, the few hundred pesos off your bill will at least make you feel less guilty.
I went home to my bucket of Maltesers and read the night away.
I don’t mean to bore you with how I spent my lousy Friday night. I just thought an almost-perfect 45minutes doesn’t happen everyday, I might as well blog about it.
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