Tuesday, December 4, 2007

the good and bad

Arrgg.. I haven't gotten myself any sleep since yesterday morning. For this reason, I feel very sleepy right now. I hate it. I hate it because I have to be a blabber at work (you know, call center life), and I am not really that kind, plus I'm really sleepy. I can't wait to go home and just enjoy the comfort of lying down and not think of anything. How lovely it must be.

The reason why I wasn't able to sleep last night was because of my new schedule at work. My shift was moved from 2am to 10:45pm. It isn't really that bad, but I think I'm already used to sleep a little late most nights. And it would certainly take days or weeks for me to be able to adjust with this new change.

On a lighter note, I was able to finish reading two novels last night. Michael Cunningham's The Hours (1998) and Michael
Shaara's The Killer Angels (1974). So in a way, I'm still thankful to have not been able to sleep the whole day yesterday.

I have been reading The Killer Angels for months already; I had it since October. I had never read a novel about civil war before, thus I'm not a fan of the genre. The first part was somewhat boring. But how Shaara gave life to the characters in this book made it a good one. The story didn't just concentrate about the war and all the bloody fight stuff, but also with the people who got caught in it- their 'human' qualities. Cunningham's The Hours, on the other hand, is haunting. I have always admired this author, especially after reading his Flesh and Blood (which is very good as well). In The Hours, he interpreted emotions in a way it seems almost real you can actually feel them rather than just being able to read (see) them in print. And this makes the book and the author stand out.

Both novels won the Pulitzer Prize for Literature, by the way.

And I still want to sleep though.

1 comment:

Angus Miranda said...

wow! the hours is, i think, the book of my life. i already came across 3 copies of it at different branches of booksale. i bought these 3 and gave them to my friends. but i never got around to reading it. my own copy is still in japan. sa december 18 pa sya makakarating sa pilipinas. that would be the copy that i'll be reading.

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