I love to read. And I do mean LOVE as in capitals L-O-V-E. Whenever I have a free time, I'll definitely read. I have to read when I'm on bed or else I can't sleep. I read when I'm in between housework. I read when I'm doing my business in the loo. I read everywhere and anytime. Doesn't matter what I'm reading as long as it has words. Newspapers, novels, magazines and even bills. Really. Anything.
I used to buy novels. But later realised that it's a waste of money because I'd want to read a new one everytime. I don't really like to read a repeat. Unless it's a damn good book. And there's not much space for storage. So I borrow books from the library..
So over the weekend, I happily went to a buy/rent kind of bookshop where they have lots of good books but I had trouble choosing too! There were so many good ones that I didn't know which to choose!
What's wrong with me? Have love for reading make me insane? I used to read whatever but now I'm very choosy. So frustrated, you know! So please, if you know any good humourous interesting kind of novels, tell me! Quick! Before I pull all my hair out of my head!
I used to buy novels. But later realised that it's a waste of money because I'd want to read a new one everytime. I don't really like to read a repeat. Unless it's a damn good book. And there's not much space for storage. So I borrow books from the library..
So over the weekend, I happily went to a buy/rent kind of bookshop where they have lots of good books but I had trouble choosing too! There were so many good ones that I didn't know which to choose!
What's wrong with me? Have love for reading make me insane? I used to read whatever but now I'm very choosy. So frustrated, you know! So please, if you know any good humourous interesting kind of novels, tell me! Quick! Before I pull all my hair out of my head!
posted by Lynn | You wanna say something? 
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Lynn, does reading blogs count? I don't do books. I dig magazines. Does magazines count as well?
It's been eons since I last read a book hokay. So hats off, my friend! Keep the vibe going ah.. read for me also. :P Hehe.
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Asha, at Friday, August 18, 2006
Hi Lynn..
Pfft.. if you're lucky, you get the new/clean books from the Library. I dun buy books as I hve no space to store them :(.. I rent books from Sunny Bookshop @Far East Plaza, skali pergi, tup..tup $50 bucks gone :).. but at least I can return and get the $$ back or recycle :).
saly
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Anonymous, at Monday, August 21, 2006
Woman, blogs don't count. I can't bring the PC to the loo, can I? hehe...
Joyah, buku2 yang kau recommend tu aku rasa aku tak suka. Too serious makes me feel so bored i can go crazy! Haha...
Ak ah, anak aku tu kan asal boleh. As long as he follows whatever I'm doing, he'll say same same! and he'll be happy :p
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Lynn, at Monday, August 21, 2006
Hi Saly! You know what?! I went to Sunny Bookshop again yesterday and spent $55!!! Even though I can get $$ back later, but at this rate, I think this hobby is going to cost me alot! Hmmmm...
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Lynn, at Monday, August 21, 2006
Heehee, another bookworm, like me. I loike.
You can try books by Nora Roberts for romance with humour thrown in or Susan E Philips. Or if you like "dumb blondes", you can try the shopaholic series by Sophie Kinsella.
Happy reading.
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1 hot mama, at Monday, August 21, 2006
1hotmama! Yeah ada members!
I've tried Nora Roberts, don't quite like though. Susan E Philips I'll check her out :D
I've read one shopaholic & sisters, i loike! I'll look out for more of that series. The character rabak kan? If I'm like her, I think my husband pengsan tak bangun! Menghabiskan duit ajer! Hahaha...
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Lynn, at Monday, August 21, 2006
Lynn, kalau kita shop macam dia, dah lama husband kita bankrupt.*LOL*
You should start reading the 1st book, confessions of a shopaholic and then shopaholic abroad. rabak gileerrrr.
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1 hot mama, at Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Hi Kak Lynn....
long time haven't come here.. somehow i lost my links!!! got upgraded my PC... so lost most of my links!!!! haiz...
luckily i managed to find my way...
anyway, if u want a great fun read, i will suggest u try Marian Keyes... start off with Last Chance Salon!!! THAT book is my favorite all time from Marian Keyes....
SHIOK SHIOK! Funny, witty, and u can't stop reading, til u find out what happened in the end!!! she's like the author who created romance, with a twist of fun and laughter...
than you can try sushi for beginners... that one also... FOO YOH!! good book!!! same author...
if u want that kind of like bimbotic, funny... Sophie Kinsella.... i LOVE can you keep a secret!! FUNNY LIKE CRAZY!!! i actually giggle inside the train!! wahhahahahha....
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Anonymous, at Saturday, September 02, 2006
oh yar... now, the author that im crazy about is Catherine Alliot... her books are just fantastic... it start off slow and dull, but when you come to the part after chapter 3, the story unfolds and its like KA BAM!!!!
oh forgot... same author, marian keyes... YOU SHOULD OWN WATERMELON!!!! THAT is like a book that every soul must read!!!!!!!!!!
very heart warming, sad, funny... you can read her sypnosis at her very own website...
http://www.mariankeyes.com/
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Anonymous, at Saturday, September 02, 2006
this is the extract from the book Watermelon....
Chapter One
I'm sorry, you must think I'm very rude. We've hardly even been introduced and here I am telling you all about the awful things that have happened to me.
Let me just give you the briefest outline of myself and I'll save details like, for example, my first day at school until later, if we have the time.
Let's see, what should I tell you? Well, my name is Claire and I'm twenty-nine and, as I mentioned, I've just had my first child two days ago (a little girl, seven pounds, four ounces, totally beautiful) and my husband (did I mention his name is James?) told me about twenty-four hours ago that he has been having an affair for the past six months, with -- and get this -- not even his secretary or someone glamorous from work, but with a married woman who lives in the apartment two floors below us. I mean, how suburban can you get! And not only is he having an affair but he wants a divorce.
I'm sorry if I'm being unnecessarily flippant about this. I'm all over the place. In a moment I'll be crying again. I'm still in shock, I suppose. Her name is Denise and I know her quite well.
Not quite as well as James does, obviously.
The awful thing is she always seemed to be really nice.
She's thirty-five (don't ask me how I know this, I just do; and at the risk of sounding very sour grapes and losing your sympathy, she does look thirty-five) and she has two children and a nice husband (quite apart from my one, that is). And apparently she's moved out of her apartment and he's moved out of his (or ours, should I say) and they've both moved into a new one in a secret location.
Can you believe it? How dramatic can you get? I know her husband is Italian, but I really don't think he's likely to kill the pair of them. He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Black pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?
But again, I seem flippant.
I'm not.
I'm heartbroken.
And it's all such a disaster. I don't even know what to call my little girl. James and I had discussed some names -- or, in retrospect, I had discussed them and he had pretended to listen -- but we hadn't decided on anything definite. And I seem to have lost the ability to make decisions on my own. Pathetic, I know, but that's marriage for you. Bang goes your sense of personal autonomy!
I wasn't always like this. Once I was strong-willed and independent. But that all seems like a long, long time ago.
I've been with James for five years, and we've been married for three years. And, my God, but I love that man.
Although we had a less than auspicious start, the magic took hold of us very quickly. We both agree that we fell in love about fifteen minutes after we met and we stayed that way.
Or at least I did.
For a long time I never thought I'd meet a man who wanted to marry me.
Well, perhaps I should qualify that.
I never thought I'd meet a nice man who wanted to marry me. Plenty of lunatics, undoubtedly. But a nice man, a bit older than me, with a decent job, good-looking, funny, kind. You know-one who didn't look at me askance when I mentioned The Partridge Family, not one who apologized for not being able to get me a birthday present because his estranged wife had taken all his salary under a court maintenance order, not one who made me feel old-fashioned and inhibited because I got angry when he said that he'd screwed his ex-girlfriend the night after he screwed me ("My God, you convent girls are so uptight"), not one who made me feel inadequate because I couldn't tell the difference between Piat d'Or and Zinfandel (whatever that is!).
James didn't treat me in any of these unpleasant ways. It seemed almost too good to be true. He liked me. He liked almost everything about me.
When we first met we were both living in London. I was waitress (more of that later) and he was an accountant.
Of all the Tex-Mex joints in all the towns in all the world, he had to walk into mine. I wasn't a real waitress, you understand, I had a degree in English, but I went through my rebellious stage rather later than most, at about twenty-three. Which is when I thought it might be a bit of a laugh to give up my permanent, wellish-paid job in Dublin and go off to the Godless city of London and live like an irresponsible student.
Which is something I should have done when I was an irresponsible student. But I was too busy getting work experience during my summer holidays then, so my irresponsibility just had to wait until I was good and ready for it.
Like I always say, there's a time and a place for spontaneity.
Anyway, I had managed to land myself a job as a waitress in this highly trendy London restaurant, all loud music and video screens and minor celebrities.
Well, to be honest, there were more minor celebrities on the staff then amongst the clientele, what with most of the staff being out-of-work actors and models and the like.
How I ever got a job there at all is beyond me. Although I might have been employed as the token Wholesome Waitress. To begin with I was...
http://www.mariankeyes.com/books/watermelon/content/index.html
Must get this BOOK!!!!
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