books, books, books...

if i had a lot of time,
if i'd just be a little more patient,
and if i had a little more (ok a whole lot) of extra cash
i'd hoard on books (the hard-bounded bigger ones) and stock em up on my "library"
but i'm just a corporate slave trying to balance bills, clothes, food, trips, and other indulgences and needs...
and my attention span is quite short really... (wish i'd give more attention to detail, read through the dictionary for the highfalutin words i come across)

currently reading:
Einstein's Dreams

yet to finish: (on hold indefinitely)
The God of Small Things
Nanny Diaries
Foucault's Pendulum
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

coming soon: (whenever that is)
The Secret
The Art of War
The Tipping Point
The Road Less Traveled
The Zahir
Eleven Minutes
Freakonomics
Night (Elie Wiesel)
The Lovely Bones
The Witch of Portobello
Like the Flowing River
The Historian
Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking
Lovely Bones
Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas

in the racks:
Hundred years of solitude
the alchemist
veronika decides to die
tuesdays with morrie
for one more day
five people you meet in heaven
angels and demons
da vinci code
deception point
by the river piedra i sat down and wept
the name of the rose
Maya
The Ringmaster's Daughter
The Solitaire Mystery
Anne Frank:diary of a young girl
The notebook
the devil and miss prym

i know this is nothing compared to what others have but i don't think i'll qualify to be a bookworm anyway... like my mood, my affair with books is quite unpredictable...

on another note: i will be on this self-imposed hiatus from friendster and multiply... on ym either i'll be invisible and talk to a selected few or not at all, or not online at all... let's see how long i'll last... for some reason, i just feel like "disconnecting" somehow... anti-social is me...