“I suppose I don’t really understand you yet”, I said.
“I’m not all that smart. It takes a while to understand things. But if I do have time, I will come to understand you – better than anyone else in the world”.
The joy of seeing a stack of Murakami’s books, Lang Leav’s and a few more books by author that I would go “ahhhhhhhh” (while checking their crazy price!) is relatively indescribable. There’s something about the art of Murakami it almost feel like me hanging out somewhere at a beach, and more often than not, I would find myself sitting on a deserted bench observing all the tiny movements and behaviours of people- in slow-mo. Beautiful, beautiful stuffs.
I don’t know if it’s legit to compare Murakami and A. Samad Said but I love both of their writings. I would read back to back, and pause multiple times it if it’s too awesome! I mean, that is what people don’t know about me. I pause / continue later if they are too good to read, just because I don’t know what to do about their awesomeness. Hence, it would take me forever to finish my favorite books.
Anyway, back to the main topic. Yeah, books at the bookshelves. Given Murakami’s books are quite expensive here in the local bookstore, I screamed in joy (silent scream, not wanting to be a centre of attraction!) when I see the books were displayed in one of the small bookstores in Adisucipto Airport, Yogyakarta few weeks ago. I spottted a few more Murakami’s books and all of my Lang Leav’s crush books. Price in Indonesia Rupiah (IDR) which is wayyy cheaper! Checked Rupiah notes in my seasoned purse, I still had around 300+ Rupiah due to my lack interest to shop batik fabric earlier when we stopped at the shopping centre. If I had more money in the purse, I think I will bag in everything there! So, as a result, I bought the thick 1Q84, which contained all the 3 volumes – priced about 288 Rupiah. Satisfied!
I think the books at the bookshelves aren’t really the main topic here. What triggered me to write this post (rant) was actually right after I stumbled upon and read this particular blog by the name of Dear Sarina. I adore how she writes and how she carves each and every word, the art is there, and the messages are obvious and deep. What else is needed to be a good writer? I’m jealous.
Ah, I am still me. Easily fall in love with people who write! (Love is love, regardless gender. Don’t judge me as a lesbian please lol).
I should read more to write. No question about it.