“Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind.”
The boyfriend’s sister gave me a Powerbooks card and I ended up with my first post-Ondoy book buy: Jeanette Winterson’s Written on the Body. Funny how I can’t concretely remember structured stories written by Winterson. All I can manage to squeeze out of my head is how lyrical her ode to love is every single time I read her book . I can’t wait to consume every thought.