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.

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.