Where She Went (If I Stay #2) by Gayle Forman


From Goodreads:

It’s been three years since Mia walked out of Adam’s life.

And three years he’s spent wondering why.

When their paths cross again in New York City, Adam and Mia are brought back together for one life-changing night.

Adam finally has the opportunity to ask Mia the questions that have been haunting him. But will a few hours in this magical city be enough to lay their past to rest, for good – or can you really have a second chance at first love?



I really need to stay away from this book for a couple of hours to breathe properly and make a decent review.

If I Stay was really good and I like how it was narrated. I have read some books like this before and I like that no matter how the plot were all the same, it would really get into you in different ways. But, after reading Where She Went or more like during and after reading this book, someone just did the ice bucket challenge on me. Hundred million times. And without even asking if I’m even all game to do it.

The book turned me into a full mode ballistic that I want to cry and roll on my bed all over again. Sometimes, I feel like they (Mia and Adam) take my breath away- or maybe they really did. How can this be so good and bad I want to pull my hair and wake myself from the reality that I was actually reading a book and it’s not just somebody told me this happened to her/him years ago. Gayle Forman knows how to make readers go wild and nuts.

And since this is not a decent review after all, I better get going. Hahaha!

Be sure to add this on your to-read list!


Diadem; A Short Story


          I was standing near the bridge when everything came to a blunt stillness.


All of a sudden the world stops revolving. The hand of the clock seems to work too slow and people stop dead in their tracks. Then, there’s a complete silence. The deafening silence of the city seems to be so unfamiliar and alarming to me. To everyone. My heart starts to beat so fast I thought it would come out of my body. And somehow, in between all of this, I am suddenly in total awe of how a loud screechy crash, that one loud thump from two smashed cars can make everyone feel that they are part of this world. That we are part of everyone else.


People started to move, their minds working again- realizing what happened. And before you could take a glimpse of what really happened, the crowd had started milling around the accident, attempting to know the story behind it. It is now that someone is in danger that they want to take part of everything- eager to know everything about it when they don’t even know their names or if they even have a pet they left in their homes. But, if some were all business about it, some are just walking past it, gradually eavesdropping, then leaves the subject behind because well, it is not their business to mind at all. They think there is more to life than someone else’s life in danger.


Squeezing myself in the growing crowd until I am in the exact place where the two cars collided, I suddenly feel so glum I feel nauseated. I abruptly want to step back and become one of those persons who thinks that there is more to life than someone else’s life in danger. People were also too stunned to take actions or even call an ambulance. Blood. There’s blood everywhere. The two cars were a total wrecked. The impact of their collision is visible enough that both dash panels of the cars are barely recognizable because the blue car almost got it’s half body inside the silver car. Shattered pieces of glass with smears of blood from the persons inside of it are scattered everywhere. Looking at the entire scene was like looking at an action movie- bewilderment with a mix of anticipation of what will happen next. Of what will happen after everything. But, only this is real. There are no cameras to capture the scene, no lights to emphasize certain part and most especially, no directors to say cut. Time’s up. Good take or not.


I cringed at the thought of being there. Being dead. I just can’t imagine how in just a blink of an eye, everything will vanished. I wonder if the persons inside the two cars have plans ahead of this, I mean we all do have plans ahead of our day. I mean plans that you can’t wait to do. Events that’ll mark your career. Day that will change your life forever. And I even wonder if it occur to us the thought about our time running out, scared enough of it to make every day as our last. If for a second, stepping out of our house might be the end of everything.


Out of nowhere, a loud thump silence all the people’s hush voices. Even my own reverie.


Just when everybody predicts that there’s no other way someone could survive this horrible accident, a hoarse cry suddenly rise up from the blue car. It’s agonizing enough that from where I stood, I could actually feel the pain she is suffering right now. The ambulance, which I haven’t heard coming, make their way through the crowd as they approach the scene. Reporters from different channels came in trying to get information from different people standing around the accident.


I silently watched as the paramedics try to get their way into the blue car. Visible creases in their foreheads show that this might be a one tough day for them. After hastily removing the doors of the car, one of them slipped inside the car to look for survivors. The lady inside the car, sitting in the passenger’s seat was crying and screaming loudly that people around her squinch as they try to get her. As they put her in the stretcher carefully, I finally understood what she was trying to say. She was calling her baby. She wails while the paramedics strap her cautiously and I’m surprise they didn’t try to shout at the lady to be calm. Seeing how helpless she looks, how she can even manage to look for her child even if she’s covered with blood and bruises, my heart constricts. There’s this lump in my throat I can’t get out of my system because I’m afraid the only way to this problem are tears. I suddenly have this urge to hug and mourn with her. To tell her everything would be fine even if it’s just a lie. How can we be fine if we lost things and persons that keep us sane? That keep us moving? And why all these things have to happen to somebody?


I can see the tears streaming down her face as they carry her inside the ambulance. People around the accident couldn’t keep the pity in their eyes, the regret and how it must have been hard for someone to be in this kind of this situation when you just expect this as any other kind of day you’ve ever had. Just when they were putting her inside the elevator, a miracle happened.


A cry from a baby.


I guess we all look like all the fathers hearing their first child cry- teary. A tear escape from my eye as the paramedics look astonishingly at one another. The lady couldn’t help but cry as she heard her child respond to her yells and silent calling. Other paramedics approach the car and saw that the baby was in the backseat, miraculously lying on the floor. Gasps suddenly escape from the crowd as one of the paramedics get the child and saw that the baby is safe- with no bruises at all. I don’t know what’s going in my mind when I suddenly look up in the sky with a bit of smile forming on my face. I guess that life, no matter how bad a day may become, there are still good things that are destined to happen. The crowd applauded as the mother and her child reunited. I couldn’t help but smile, like really smile at the thought of having someone to hold on to when you’re in your darkest times. I know that somehow, someday this lady would finally get through this because she has someone to hold on to. The reason to keep her moving.


People started to walk away as they heard the paramedics claimed that there are no more survivors left. As they walk away, authorities started to remove the blue car followed by the silver car. I saw and heard one of the paramedics sigh as he rubs the back of his neck with complete disappointment in his face. I heard him say that the person inside the silver car was the most damaged out of all the four persons they retrieved. They can’t even recognize the face of that person, who as they said, was sitting at the driver’s seat.


I started to walk away too.


But, it’s like I’m tied to where I am standing that I couldn’t move. It’s like something is missing and I need to know what and where it is. I started to panic. I kept darting my eyes in every direction hoping to find some clue. I hate this feeling. Like you know something and it’s hanging in the tip of your tongue and it wouldn’t give in if you don’t give enough patience and perseverance.


And that’s when I saw her. The driver of the silver car. They are right, she is barely recognizable because of how devastated she looked. She was covered in her own blood and her body is twisted in an awful angle. The paremedics try their best not to look at it because how can you take looking at a dead body like that knowing you can carry it in your dreams? I look away too. They prepared a black bag, the sized of a person, and put her inside of it. I tried to get a glimpse of her- long brown hair, slender body and fair complexion. She looks like a teenager. Does she have a family? Do they even know that their daughter was dead? Did the girl try to kiss her parents and tell them how much thankful she was for having them? Is she even a nice girl?


I clutched my necklace trying to get some support. And that’s when I saw the girl’s hand. She’s clutching something in her neck like she’s holding in it too.


The world before me started to get fuzzy, muffled voices of people started to buzz my ears. The ground started to shake that I suddenly went limp and kneeled down to where I am standing awhile ago.


I was standing near the bridge when everything came to a blunt stillness.




I was sitting in my car when all of my dreams, in a blink of an eye, vanish into thin air.

We’ll Always Have Summer (Summer #3) by Jenny Han


From Goodreads:

It’s been two years since Conrad told Belly to go with Jeremiah. She and Jeremiah have been inseparable ever since, even attending the same college– only, their relationship hasn’t exactly been the happily ever after Belly had hoped it would be. And when Jeremiah makes the worst mistake a boy can make, Belly is forced to question what she thought was true love. Does she really have a future with Jeremiah? Has she ever gotten over Conrad? It’s time for Belly to decide, once and for all, who has her heart forever.


There are moments when you stare into space and before you knew it, tears are already spilling out of your eyes. Are you even warned before reading this last book? Because I am not. And I feel so emotional I want to kick everyone’s ass.

This book really turned my world upside down. There are times that I cry (like really damn cry), and the next thing I knew my face felt so numb from smiling too much. Heh, too much feels in this book. Too. Much that it felt good to throw up.

I am raising all my hands as a big thumbs up for this book! And this is my public declaration that I am and will always be in love with Jenny Han’s works. You make magic. You’re awesome. I am still reeling.

And eventhough I am not a fan of Conrad, I am so happy with how the book ended. This book teach me lessons in life. I love how this book felt so real I could even imagine Conrad and Belly saying hi to me. In person. And I like Jenny Han’s style in executing this trilogy- a lot of flashbacks that were remarkable and worth remembering. And I think that’s what really made the story strong- on how they became a family.

Okay, it’s a lovestory. But, I don’t give a butterfly about it because as I look into it, the story was all about a family- how they messed up, mend, love one another unconditionally, and how a family really works outside our reverie. All the worst and beautiful moments we shared with our families makes us more beautiful than we could ever fathom.

Nah, I hope you’ll still like this eventhough all I did was to gushed. Hahaha! Believe me, this is a review. Or a reflection. Well, I guess either way works. Hahaha!

It’s Not Summer Without You (Summer #2) by Jenny Han


From Goodreads:

Can summer be truly summer without Cousins Beach?

It used to be that Belly counted the days until summer, until she was back at Cousins Beach with Conrad and Jeremiah. But not this year. Not after Susannah got sick again and Conrad stopped caring. Everything that was right and good has fallen apart, leaving Belly wishing summer would never come.
But when Jeremiah calls saying Conrad has disappeared, Belly knows what she must do to make things right again. And it can only happen back at the beach house, the three of them together, the way things used to be. If this summer really and truly is the last summer, it should end the way it started–at Cousins Beach.


(Warning: 5% review, 95% too much feels)

One of the most heart-breaking books of all time. It’s Not Summer Without You have a lot of heart constriction/lump in my throat/heartbreaking moments that you can’t help but cry and feel like, you, too have been through their struggles. Upto now, my heart starts to beat so loud everytime I wonder what happened to them. Jenny Han, why do you have to make your characters so real I want to snatch them inside the book and hug the life out of them?

I want to hug Laurel the most. And Jeremiah.

I’m living Conrad with you guys.

And sure enough, I am deeply rooting for Jeremiah. Period. I am in so much awe on how beautiful this book was written. It is true that heartbreak, and the worst pain you could ever feel is not all about your boyfriend breaking up with you and whanot, it’s about losing someone. Knowing tomorrow and the rest of your life would be different without them. This book will make you realize that sometimes pain is the most soothing you could ever feel.

It’ll keep you moving forward.

The Summer I Turned Pretty (Summer #1) by Jenny Han


From Goodreads:

Belly measures her life in summers. Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer, a place away from the beach house, away from Susannah, and most importantly, away from Jeremiah and Conrad. They are the boys that Belly has known since her very first summer–they have been her brother figures, her crushes, and everything in between. But one summer, one terrible and wonderful summer, the more everything changes, the more it all ends up just the way it should have been all along.



Wow. Summer was way over here, so The Summer I Turned Pretty made me realized that I spend most of my summer vacations in a complete state of dull dull dull dull moments. Hahaha! And as you may guess, I’m completely and utterly envious to all the fictional characters in this book who got to spend their summer wisely.

Summer or not, The Summer I Turned Pretty is a must-read, peeps! Though the entire novel focused on Belly’s sort-of-a-whirlwind lovestory and er, transformation I guessed, I like how Jenny Han never puts the family aside- they are always part of all her novels which was really really good. Realistic enough and how things really happens when teenagers do fall in love makes you go back and reminisced your own.

Well, I really love To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before than this one. But, it only goes to show that Jenny Han really transformed into something better and nice. I like how light her novels are, like you can read it whenever and wherever you want to. You’ll smile in different chapters and fall in love with the characters easily.

And guys, I am Team Jeremiah here. I’ll never deny that Conrad is the real hottie here but, he’s acting like an a-hole sometimes.

Meant To Be by Lauren Morrill



From Goodreads:

Meant to be or not meant to be . . . that is the question.

It’s one thing to fall head over heels into a puddle of hazelnut coffee, and quite another to fall for the—gasp—wrong guy. Straight-A junior Julia may be accident prone, but she’s queen of following rules and being prepared. That’s why she keeps a pencil sharpener in her purse and a pocket Shakespeare in her, well, pocket. And that’s also why she’s chosen Mark Bixford, her childhood crush, as her MTB (“meant to be”).

But this spring break, Julia’s rules are about to get defenestrated (SAT word: to be thrown from a window) when she’s partnered with her personal nemesis, class-clown Jason, on a school trip to London. After one wild party, Julia starts receiving romantic texts . . . from an unknown number! Jason promises to help discover the identity of her mysterious new suitor if she agrees to break a few rules along the way. And thus begins a wild goose chase through London, leading Julia closer and closer to the biggest surprise of all: true love.

Because sometimes the things you least expect are the most meant to be.




I think Jason Lippincott was really meant to be mine. Or ours. I don’t mind sharing with you fellow fangirls. Hahaha! Not only did Lauren Morill made me squeal like a highschool girl while reading her book but, it also made me strong-willed (if this word really exist) enough to pursue my dream- to write something as witty and wonderful as this one.

Oh well, this is not unlike those stories you’ve read about two persons who definitely hate each other and then in the end of the story will become the best lovers. Ever. Well, Mean To Be belongs to those kind of stories. BUT, different in so many friggin’ ways.

1. Jason Lippincott is one of the most exasperating yet so adorable I could put him in a cage and stare at him all day long male character I’ve ever read. A boy who have lost the word ‘still’ in his vocabulary.

2. Julia is… well Julia. I actually can relate to her which is why I really like this book. It’s like we think the same way in different things in life. As well as the MTB part. Just sort of.

3. The narrative was good. Eventhough the description of what’s happening or where they are are quite too long to comprehend. But, nevertheless, I am really impressed. It’s like walking to London myself! Thanks Lauren!

4. This book is realistic enough I could imagine it happening before. No exaggeration whatsoever. You’ll just ought to love this book because of the characters themselves.

Should you read this one? A YES. If you want an instant tour to London, here’s the book that will eventually take you to different eye-oogling sceneries in United Kingdom. I bet you might as well trade Paris for this place after reading this.

Landline by Rainbow Rowell


From Goodreads:

Georgie McCool knows her marriage is in trouble. That it’s been in trouble for a long time. She still loves her husband, Neal, and Neal still loves her, deeply — but that almost seems besides the point now.

Maybe that was always besides the point.

Two days before they’re supposed to visit Neal’s family in Omaha for Christmas, Georgie tells Neal that she can’t go. She’s a TV writer, and something’s come up on her show; she has to stay in Los Angeles. She knows that Neal will be upset with her — Neal is always a little upset with Georgie — but she doesn’t expect to him to pack up the kids and go home without her.

When her husband and the kids leave for the airport, Georgie wonders if she’s finally done it. If she’s ruined everything.

That night, Georgie discovers a way to communicate with Neal in the past. It’s not time travel, not exactly, but she feels like she’s been given an opportunity to fix her marriage before it starts . . .

Is that what she’s supposed to do?

Or would Georgie and Neal be better off if their marriage never happened?




When all you want is A LOT MORE of Georgie’s wonderful story. When all you know is that Neal and Georgie and their kids are REAL and not just any kind of contemporary book you’ve read.


When all you know that Rainbow Rowell did an excellent job (AGAIN) in making such a BEAUTIFUL NOVEL. I love this as much as I love Eleanor and Park and Fangirl. It’s so good I want to cry- you know the I’m-so-happy-can’t-get-over-it cry.


At first, I was kinda afraid to read this book because well, it’s not in the line of my age. I am afraid that this won’t be as good as any other of her books and I’d be disappointed in the end.




But, I was wrong.


Like really, really wrong.



Rainbow Rowell nailed it once again. The narration, flow of the story, and how realistic the novel was told- I AM IN SO MUCH AWE. Now, I don’t want to spoil anything about this book because I want you guys to feel and know how much feels you’ll eventually feel after reading this. (Literally to many feels in this sentence. Hahaha)





One more thing.








This is the best magic ever.



Film Review: Telenobela ni Juan at Luzviminda and Hanapbuhay

A Review on Telenobela ni Juan at Luzviminda and Hanapbuhay

Telenobela ni Juan at Luzviminda did a great job on uniquely executing a film that talks about democracy. Instead on sticking with the usual dramatic and kind of bloody way of expressing democracy, the film chose a different way of delivering the message to the public- animation. And I must admit that it’s really an eye-catcher and meaningful at the same time.

The exchange of lines between Juan (representing a Filipino) and Luzviminda (representing the Philippines) was really good. If you look at it in a I’m-a-simple-viewer-here way, you can depict that they were arguing about Luzviminda adamantly refusing Juan’s favor of her having a child with him. But, when you look at it in a different picture, you’ll realize that it was all about the Philippines and how we thought we have really claimed democracy when in fact we actually haven’t.

Overall, the establishment of the film was great and I do hope that future filmmakers should pursue peculiar ways of making films because it may sharpen the humor of the audience and might as well wake them up from reality.

Hanapbuhay was one of the most humorous film I’ve ever watched in my entire existence. Isn’t it quite ironic that the film was all about the growing population of the Philippines and yet the story was all about a man whose job and life depends on dead/soon-to-die people? Now, I must say that whoever is the intelligent man behind this story deserves a two-thumbs up- did a great job on creating a really cool film. A way to wake up the dreamy society of ours.

With the growing population of the Philippines, the chances of having a better life are down into a thin line that a naked eye couldn’t decipher at all. So, whether we like it or not, we stick to the ones that can make us live even for just a day. Isn’t it awful to think that in order to live we are hopeful that somehow, somewhere, someone is taking his last breath so that ours could be extended for tomorrow? And I think that’s the ugly truth that the film conveys- because of the unreliable way of how our Government works, education that we should all have but it’s only the wealthy who can actually acquire it, we are left with nothing but dreadful choices. When we’re all tied up with endless struggles, we sometimes thought that living this world was the best choice we could ever made.

The film was also funny. Again, this film went through a different path of presenting it’s theme. You’ll laugh with how the lines and scenes were establish, and the execution will intrigue you because it gives you the chance to be curious at everything that was happening in it.

Watching these two epic films made me realized that we should invest in making worth watching indie films. Filipino filmmakers have the guts and intelligence in competing with other international films.

The Death Cure (The Maze Runner #3) by James Dashner


From Goodreads:

Thomas knows that Wicked can’t be trusted, but they say the time for lies is over, that they’ve collected all they can from the Trials and now must rely on the Gladers, with full memories restored, to help them with their ultimate mission. It’s up to the Gladers to complete the blueprint for the cure to the Flare with a final voluntary test.

What Wicked doesn’t know is that something’s happened that no Trial or Variable could have foreseen. Thomas has remembered far more than they think. And he knows that he can’t believe a word of what Wicked says.

The time for lies is over. But the truth is more dangerous than Thomas could ever imagine.
Will anyone survive the Death Cure?




ONE WORD for this amazing trilogy: NOTHING.

Words can’t express or it wouldn’t be enough to tell how much great The Maze Runner Trilogy is. James Dashner, after reading this series, is one of my all-time favorite authors now. Words are still rumbling in my mind because I can’t exactly put into words how to praise Dashner’s work! I like to hug him personally as much as I want to hug and cry if ever I get to see J.K Rowling, Marie Lu, Kasie West, Stephanie Perkins, and Kelly Oram. James Dashner deserves an infinite thumbs-up for making a unique and exquisite way of establishing a Dystopian book.

Well, I have to thank James Dashner for giving me a break from too much twists. Too. Much. But then I must admit that as much as I loathe reading too much twists, I thought that The Death Cure would be such a blast that my heart and mind would do nothing but to bleed because of many revelations. It was the end of the trilogy and the first chapters were not that good especially the part where in Thomas was caught by some Red Guard- we all do know that Thomas is way too intellectual to do petty things for the sake of curiosity.

BUT, all through out the novel was full of actions and emotions. And I find it really awesome that James Dashner left us readers intrigued and mystified about where in the world Thomas and his company had gone and where’s Chancellor Paige? And what’s with all the memorandum? I like it also that Dashner really focused on the goal of the book rather than making some lovey-dovey scene between Thomas and Brenda or Thomas and Teresa. Well, it seems realistic thay in a crumbling world we should focus on surviving and not effingly choosing who’s the right one to love. It’ll just come in the right time.


The Scorch Trials (The Maze Runner #2) by James Dashner


From Goodreads:

Solving the Maze was supposed to be the end. 

Thomas was sure that escape from the Maze would mean freedom for him and the Gladers. But WICKED isn’t done yet. Phase Two has just begun. The Scorch.

There are no rules. There is no help. You either make it or you die.

The Gladers have two weeks to cross through the Scorch—the most burned-out section of the world. And WICKED has made sure to adjust the variables and stack the odds against them.

Friendships will be tested. Loyalties will be broken. All bets are off. 

There are others now. Their survival depends on the Gladers’ destruction—and they’re determined to survive.



Can this series could get any crazier? My mind was totally messed-up while reading The Scorch Trials. There are even times when I want to talk to James Dashner using my inner telephathy skills and say, ‘Man, I could only digest little twists. And this is TOO. MUCH I feel nauseated.’

Thomas and the rest of the Gladers thought that their miserable and traumatic life at the Maze was the end of everything- that there is something good after all the awful things that they have been through. But, they are nowhere close to the end. As soon as they wake up and realized that they were once again put up in another Trial to test their behavior and reactions to find the cure for the Flare- Thomas and the rest of them know that the rest of the worst things they could imagine is just starting to come in their way.

So, the first chapters of the book were like bombs exploding right in front you that made you felt like your heart had jumped somewhere. Then, the middle part of the book was… okay. Well, there are parts where in the dwell between moving forward or taking a catnap was very strong.

Thomas is always sleeping. Well, it’s so freakin’ normal that they need a break or what, but can we quit on telling him that he slept? It felt like I want to sleep too.

BUT, what I freakin’ love and hate and feared about this book are the Cranks! After the deadly Grievers, viola! here comes the people who were out of their sanity and way beyond insane (eating people and what), with creepy looks that did scared me while reading in the middle of night. James Dashner deserves a two-thumbs up for creating such good creatures. Creatures that made you cringe eventhough you know for sure they won’t even try to come out of your book. Hahaha!

Over all, The Scorch Trials WAS SUCH A CLIFF HANGER. Eventhough I’m completely satisfied with the twists, sleeps, actions, deadly and beyond awful creatures, I am still intrigued and there are lots of mysteries left hanging in the air waiting for the Berg to catch it. Hoping The Death Cure has all the answers.

Add this on your to-read list peeps! xoxo