Catch 22 by Joseph Heller (1955)

My Rating: 5/5

It just makes me badly insane that I couldn't make out theory or two how did Hungry Joe's wraith is taken away from his body while his mortal enemy solemnly perched on his cratered face. I'd like to hunt justice for Hungry Joe's until Huple's cat is proven guilty for its egregious, feline mischief.

What else more to say on your crooked, bawdy, grotesque, and marvelous story, Heller, oscillating from a place to another and then back again into its muddied route, dragged me to downright confusion. However the insatiable need of knowing the mishaps of our patriotic hero championed me to finish line. Viola! I'm done with it and be back when I felt awful and needed somebody to crack me up and banged up my head for real. It is surreal. It is madness. I want to strangle Yossarian for making me feel that I am one of them. CRAZY than ever.

Perhaps, I might providing you a little exploration beyond this so rare expidition that would lead through own opinion rather a proper review which I haven't done yet over the course on this blog. Yossarian asked me to look further on Nately's whore younger sister, whose virgin-self probably beaten on the street, famished and could have died in cold weather same situation as Raskolnikov dreamed about the battered mare on the street, and had died from owner's tyranny. Yossarian nudged me on my ribs which goad me on dreaming about a live fish on my hand--- imagined that slimy, bloody fish, wriggled on thy palm. It totally drives me nuts, by the way. He wants me to implore Doc Daneeka, too, and pray tell Major Major Major to spare him from flying more missions proliferating by their colonel's own command. But Yossarian is a wise captain who created cunning moves and delayed missions in a nick of time without aid from anyone else; forget about his friends beaten on ceaseless war and be finally home--- but soon he had come to realise that there was a catch. Catch-22.

This book was sumptuous and hilariously crazy. It has a good quality of writing and characters were intricately fabricated by author himself that compelled readers to explore more things about each of them. The satirical talent and passions of Heller in writing a story was impressive. I don't know exactly but there's a bewitching voice from his words that will help us conjured all of his characters out of his messy causeway and yet you will enjoy it as I did. Absolutely impressive. What the hell! I am repeating words again. What else more to say?

Perfect!

Attack on Titan by Hajime Isayama (2010)

My Rating: 5/5

I had finished to watch the first season of its animation and it was absolutely amazing. Each episode will turn your heart floundered; gawking intently by the monitor and wonder what happens next, who's going to be killed next, what strategem soldiers would do to keep their respective walls stolidly standing and secured people from colossal titans whose intimidating size and cannibalistic appetite will get rid of human existence in a nick of time, crushed them into pieces, eat them flesh by flesh. You would have winced aback watching humans get slaughtered. I loved it. I've been through monotonous job lately since class has intitiated in the past few weeks, but this anime and manga had literally kept my eyes wide open.

What makes this story conspicuous from the rest is not just all about the fantastic arts embellished throughout the volumes, but the ripple of heavy drama per se. It has political involvement as well, religious members were monitored by the authorities for the possibility of committing mischief. Who's there has capability to annihilate their prey aside from asking God's mercy? Who's there to emulate enemies run away from suffocation inside walls and be finally gained freedom? Its solutions are slippery somehow and only Eren, the main protagonist, and his key dangling which has been turned over by his father before he disappeared could mitigate their predicaments.

My favorite character is Hange Zoe. She's ebullient toward titans, studying its behaviours and somehow decipher their way of survival other than butchered humans. She makes me become madly insane. I laughed when she laughed and I cried when she cried for her two beloved titans were getting killed after they have been captured. Those two were under further observations, by the way. But the traitor! Urgh!!!

I can't wait to see the second season next year. Sooo excited! I highly recommend it to people of same age. Go, grab it!

The Help by Kathryn Stockett (2009)

My Rating: 5/5

From outrageous news reported last month on mass shooting at Orlando, USA it pungently pierced me right to my chest, unable to think what adversity could befall next to humanity not that I am waiting for next plague. Lord, have mercy! But why are there some people hard to appreciate the queerness of others? Why malevolent attacks toward innocence who has boldly expressing their true colors?

Crime should be diminished if can't be stopped. I know we're living in assorted culture, diverse beliefs and religions, which sometimes precipitated severe damage in our community caused by ceaseless disputes and human desires to become ahead from anyone else, but these common roots of various predicaments were so inconsiderate excuses perpetrators have been exercised since we're talking how one's life is sacred. Our life is full of possibilities that we want to cherish every day. We want to live a peaceful, happy life and I believe we're here to be loved, instead.

Apologize if I had navigated you to other sociological problem existed today. For sure, a constant campaigns have been pushed already by certain groups of activists and abolitionists worldwide, but the movements on protecting one's right to live freely without so much hate: are they enough? I couldn't get away from this particular subject looking at its similarities if we try to magnify it, its equal rights issues that has been aggressively repudiated. It caused severe pain among the blacks. Human versus human. Love versus hate. White versus black.

This book has been published 50 years after the historical public rally harmoniously succeeded in America for its one purpose on pursuing the equality ideal. The author, Kathryn Stockett, had managed an impressive fictitious recollections for modernized world to conceptualize. A history that should never be forgotten. She had remarkably constructed an epitome that vividly visualized the racial crisis.

Again, it was written under fiction section, yet somehow the audible sounds of protest wrestled by black people from constant annihilation and humiliation around neighborhood was cacophonously tinkled inside my head, like it was implying to be unfolded and awakened people's consciousness about respect and the true definition of morality. The African-American people were clamoring for unity and justice. They have been the victim of discrimination and segregation catalyzed by majority of whites. Aibileen became restless putting her shoes at steaming pot knowing that she'll be ended up straight to jail or worse than that be burned alive to death. She's been working as a babysitter of two-year old babe while simultaneously taking clandestine mission against her own boss and other whites for the purpose of getting rid of this human race battle with several black helps get involved then. They're, in fact, putting themselves at stake, if we try to look at the better picture from the distance. I felt fidgeted whenever I read Aibileen's POV and frightened at the possibility of being overheard by black raven from behind, but they had at least managed their tracks with less suspicions.

Eugenia Phelan, who's been dreaming to become a writer, was very fond of her black housemaid, Constantine, until she's been disappeared without saying good-bye's and/or leaving virtual hugs in a note. Raising a question or two onto her evasive parents what Constantine has been up to makes her more agitated. She's been searching for transparent replication but only her could sort it out at the end. However, she's been persistently pestered by hypocrites around her including her friends and ex boyfriend. She has only scanty amount of time to magnify all possible hidden answers which includes humanity  forces & Constantine's disappearance, that's why she's been joining forces with black helps and initiated to write a book about them working on their white bosses. For me, it was successful approach to help people meditate the importance of humanity to have equal treatment, because their book utterly suggested that the mortification should be abolished and at least expressing gratitude instead for small act of kindness.

"Saying thank you, when you really mean it, when you remember what someone done for you it's so good."

My favorite character was Minny Jackson, one of the helps. Her unusual story was reaching on top with an unbelievable book-gasm sensation. I don't know how to express it fully, to be honest. She had coruscated the entire book when she mentioned her secret ingredients on her special pie made only for Hilly, her silly former boss, (Yeah, I know. As culinary major you're quite curious about the recipe. Wait until you have read it.) and also how she'd finally come to a point where she'd been able to overcome those pains from her assailed husband, gets free from domestic violence that she has endured for entire years. Hers brought both amusement and unbending guts for the sake of her family, for protecting herself and for those important people around her.

I really liked this book. It gives hope and wisdom to be stowed as I continue the enterprise in this world of labyrinth. These three audacious women taught me how to execute changes as simple as writing a story which somehow helps us realized that we're both equal. Use pen wisely as just retribution against people who had tripped over our rights and honor. There are perhaps thunderous aftermath, but together we can achieve our main goal same as the victorious march presided by Dr. Martin King at year 1963. I have a dream, too, at least a small contribution I can bestow to my own land. Highly recommend!

Me Before You, Book #1 by Jojo Moyes (2012)

My Rating: 4.5/5

I was almost declined to read this book as I had observed how deft romance creators would be to persuade audiences. A bandwagon fans were rather oblivious on hackneyed theme being presented in whole platters, however its reiterated ploy was being marinated, as long as it had been able to reach the level of entertainment package required for the ratings which additional humorous plot was well delivered, like, it was worth all the money to enjoy, so be bothered no more. It is usually executed in modern Filipino shows and telenovelas today, but I won't begrudgingly curse about it since the huge market success was their ultimate target (gimme your money, fella! And I ensure your happiness). Nonetheless, I am still rooting for something new scenarios peppered in for summer. Something that would satisfy my senses without grudge and I see this book has an exemption whatever is said above.

Recently, I was more bewitched on dark fantasy storylines as I continue on reading the books of ASoIaF. I had also watched Captain America: Civil War twice; however, a friend of mine has been pleaded me to watch MBY with her on the big screen before our regular classes intervened this June and stuffed us with academic papers which was, surprisingly, I said yes. I would say that the trailer had partly convinced me to pick it up on the shelf, although the cover was plainly red and fonts scribbled in front won't make you awed because you are old enough to become gooey on book cover, right. I thought the book was designed for those who severely suffered myopia.

The woman who played Daenerys on HBO's GoT and Finnick from The Hunger Games are main characters for this movie adaptation and I suddenly blurted out thoughts that there might have been something crucial about this book that I badly needed to ascertain before I ushered myself off to cinema with my friend. It may appear unreasonable for me to pointed out the strong  influence of two actors, but this is how it works for me in the first place. Their cuteness in front of the camera was transparent evidence, especially when there were parts I had noticed their brows moved as if it has own lives proggramed somewhere I don't notice. I couldn't stop smiling and swoon from their closeness as we all had noticed the ubiquitous exposure and the match up for this movie was undeniably splendid. The theme song blended in the background was from Ed Sheeran album which is absolutely wonderful song choice as well. (loving can hurt...) the remnants of these lyrics were provoking big gash inside me, to be honest, and I don't know yet how to handle the pain.

The focal point of the story was all about the healthy, lovable, living soul, Louisa Clark, and how she'd been able to conceal those hidden things within herself that she was passionate about to perform ever since. It may be took too long before she eventually agreed upon those matters without anyone else in her family gets butthurt. Don't get me wrong but my first impression on Lou was not that good. I thought she's satisfied enough on her small fancy things in life and that she was too weak to impose decisions for good and has no much desire other than living with her obsessed boyfriend in flat, inseminate an ankle biter or two while simultaneously babysitting her old parents and offer some tea at night before lolled them off to bed. That was monotonous routine for anyone in the world who's downcast in the first place. Haul your ass! If I were questioned on her shuffled situation as grown up, I don't even like it.

Louisa had been pulled out in cafe and as breadwinner in the family she needed some courage to say so through her mom's face. But eventually she gained her job back as new carer of quad man for only six months. William Traynor was an intelligent businessman, handsome, rich, adventurous, he loved bungee jumping, riding his motorbike and sex a lot until one day he'd lost his senses, borne his burdens on his wheelchair and was invariably inactive.

"Oh, Clark, if you had any idea what I want to do to you right now."

There were some point that I thought it would be less painful if Will had died right after that motorbike accident, so that he won't suffer at all and feel miserable on his current situation under supervision of his two abled assistants, but he didn't. God was certained that he left his mission unfinished and that is to help the strayed young woman entirely dressed up her own style out from her suffocating cocoon embroidered per se in small town of England.

I almost choked from bawling hard. It so good and satisfying like it presented me the real situation in life. The emotions were transparent. The plot were conventionally relatable. It makes you laugh sweetly and bitterly crushed into pieces wondering what would be left here on earth that is worth fighting for. I swear several times on my sitting position while I was reading it, because tears won't stop trickled on my cheeks unless I cast bitter poison on my mouth. So scared I won't let people know inside home that my eyes were totally ramshackled. I can barely control my emotions. The bumblee bee tights, tattoos and the red dress all were jumbled up. Those flashback reverberated nonstop inside my head. Will is not that anyone else would say an incorrigible old hunk (OMG! It reminds me of Mr. Rochester). He maybe appeared sarcastic, patronizing Louisa for being blind and limiting herself from opportunities. He was just tired... and tired of people pretending they knew everything what he wants to do and whatnot. We all are. I am sick of it all. I hate being castigated or opposed by my authoritarian grandparents. I hate being controlled. I hate being judged. And he has making a point so true when she told Lou to cherish freedom now that she's still young and live boldly.

I had attached to this book for more than a week and I want to flip each page again and again. I saw things clearly why it has to be this way. Why Will had to be inexorable on his decision in the end. Lovely and it won't be the last period that I keep chasing Will Traynor and Louisa Clark. I hope the movie will come out as beautiful as Jojo has been weaved it and won't ruin my expectations up to the last.

ASoIaF Book #1 by George R.R. Martin (1996)

My Rating: 5/5

Utterly fantastic book so far. I couldn't tell how long I gawped in every line just to make sure I fumbled the truth that could possibly make out the whole conspiracy that has been long interlaced by the enemies; furthermore, in our real life there's always an inevitable trap that needs to be riddled out entirely before it was too late to take upon the right moves. Always remember how to play chess correctly. Once you ushered pawns through your desired position, try to figure out earlier the consequences of your moves. Let your mind be on its proper condition.

But seemed like everything was planned to kill good people and it was already too late to take another course away from horrible nightmare.

None of us is ever ready.

For knighthood?

For death.

Appalling indeed. The massive plot would bring you to carnage scenes, maim you so bad and where people roared heavily, fighting until death it's either for the reason to protect the realm or for their personal interest to hold on much longer to its promising power. The power to hold the kingdom. It makes me become wary as person, not to mention that a lot of culprits rambling round city nowadays or worse a murderer trying to stab prey unnoticed; and being cautious in every minute whom to be entrusted or rewarded such faith. Should have activated one's impulse, give it a second thought or perhaps relay a message to white raven and not to muted serpent whose ruthless blood meandered throughout each limb (sounds like old people from old scene). Didn't I tell you it has classic theme which old people wear garments from past century? No one used and discovered digital things and people predicts his bastard son/daughter by heedless observations on physical identities.

My favorite character is Tyrion Lannister. Fuck that waddling, little, witty Imp. I want to lick his crooked smile and consume his words against him, but he's not too wimpish that easily gives in. He scourged his own enimies out of his own plot or rather maneuvered his á la mode plan and prefered to call it: another toss of dice.

And now I couldn't wait to see more of Tyrion's banter and wisdom. And also I need to check out the bastard, Jon Snow, on his black adventure. His destiny compelled me even harder. Apparently, I want to talk about it the whole summer.

The Martian by Andy Weir (2011)

My Rating: 5/5

Hats off to Mr. Andy Weir. I liked it very much. The whole intention of this book to be built up was visibly inundated all throughout the page. The human instinct to save one another. That link had rang a bell inside me. There's no qualms or rather counting how much it had cost on helping out or furnishing conventional call from impregnable epidemic around the globe, if the benefactors per se are invariably willing to support the needs. Powerful, indeed! The simple mercy and compassion could have sent me to heaven. This was the pontiff message back then when he came a visit to my country a year ago.

Mark Watney had been colonized the whole Red planet. Freza would have been so furious if somebody like human being had surpassed his capability to dominate the world. He had wrestled on Martian nature for a year and a half. Damn! It should have nearly killed him. He has the best wisecrack in the universe the rarest potential to sustain good vibes against downright dismal and barren land. He's very optimistic and his strength and desire to survive gives hope to people watching him, especially NASA experts. And not to forget to mention his being a legendary botanist that he grew potato, which his solely source of calories, inside his hab. He is invincible, smart-ass iron man. I cannot wait to see the movie.

Favorite Quotes:

"Astronaut are inherently insane! And really noble."

"It just not worth sacrificing so much usefulness for so little gain."

 I may not provide an adequate review or suffice information regarding its scientific relations, but why not give a try.

P.S. Commander Lewis of Ares 3 mission has her best collection of disco music. I started downloaded my own just in case I would be trapped in a remote island with Tom Hanks.