Seems like all the book fiends I know are excited about the Big Bad Wolf Book Sale set to take place this weekend and will last up to the first week of March. My workmate Badette, for one, is electrified that she was chosen as among the VIPs who will have first dibs on the books, a day before the event officially opens.
Me, I’m likely to skip the event (again, just like last year). First, the venue — World Trade Center in Pasay City — is far from where I live. Secondly, I’ve activities galore in the next couple of weekends. And thirdly, the recent sales in Powerbooks and National Bookstore have put a serious dent in my finances.
Speaking of the National Bookstore sale, my visit there last Friday had been fruitful. Check out my loot:
Indeed, books about such colorful characters as serial killers, rock stars, and an infamous Colombian drug trafficker. I’ve been to many book sales, but this one’s among my favorite haul, so far.
Meanwhile, I’m already on page 437 of this 461-page monster that is Enter Night, Mick Wall’s biography of Metallica. Finishing this before February ends is now a sure thing.
Picked up from where I left off in the Adam Glass run of Suicide Squad today. Issue #14 is kind of disturbing. I imagine feminists angrily raising their fists at the violent treatment of Harley Quinn here by her beloved “puddin,” the Joker. One scene shows her hanging by her neck, with a chain for a noose, as the Joker gleefully interrogates her. It’s sick, it’s twisted, and I wonder if this issue got flak when it was released years ago, even though there were fewer hotheads on the Internet back then, and political correctness wasn’t as big as it is today.
Read me some Thunderbolts today, starting with issue #152, the issue that kicked off the Violent Rejection TPB. I ended the day with two issues short of finishing the collected edition. What can I say? Life interfered.
A comic book a day 