Lately, I’ve been reading books again. I miss reading and the fun and thrill it brings. Blame the school work.

It was during my OJT that I decided to leaf through some pages again since the work was pretty boring, especially during mornings. So the first book I read that time was The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown. As usual, Mr. Brown never fails to leave my mouth hanging in awe. A two-thumbs up yet again.

That’s how I got myself wanting more, and more. I even got the chance to read Looking for Alaska by John Green. Finally. After many months of looking for a copy. Then, I found out it was banned. I mean, come on, you people. Banning this book is so ridiculous that I want to make an appeal. It had powerful writing. Fascinating in its ways. This isn’t “pornographic” and not intended to shock readers, but simply to explore teen sexuality. I even think that Julie Garwood’s books contain more sensitive scenes than this one. Looking for Alaska was a remarkably intelligent book and managed to rise above the condescension that teen novels usually have. I can’t help but appreciate the depth that this novel had shown. It’s apparently one of my favorites. I love how it explores life and death.

Finally, my most recent read. The Hunger Games trilogy, only that the third and last installment is yet to be released this August. The first two books are awesome. Fascinating. Remarkable. Hands down to Suzanne Collins’ originality and creativity. I’m not sure if there’s a similar story with this trilogy, but I doubt it since I had never encountered one. And I tell you, bookworms, you’ll regret not giving these books a chance. It’s too riveting, if not amazing, to put down.

I seriously can’t wait for August 24. I’m dying to know the aftermath of their defiance to the Capitol. Katniss. Gale. Peeta. Haymitch. Finnick. Et cetera. And, yes, I was so thrilled when I searched The Hunger Games on imdb.com