Beyond the Book Cover 07 | Before Ever After

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I suppose you already know how I’m a knocked-out-romantic-hopeless reader. I didn’t want to read those sad novels that make you cringe, and cry, and weep at the peak of the climax except that I want to read it. I didn’t want to feel the pain some characters go through but I want to cry and weep with them as well. I am torn in between reading these kinds of novels. How do I know if a book is that ‘kind’ of novel? Well, google. Goodreads. Book reviews. They’re everywhere and I even got friends spoiling me with tidbits of information. But with this book, I only got Goodreads reviews telling me what to expect.

One day in my life, as I listened to my professor in literature talk about various Filipino novelists, I found myself opening my mobile data and search for each one of them. I’ve found gems of different genre from the list of authors she gave us. Then when I got home, I researched thoroughly and that’s when I stumbled across Samantha Sotto’s book, Before Ever After. I listed about three books and presented it to the class for some references on what book we are going to read for our final paper. Most of which are fiction. I then presented the book’s synopsis and reviews that I got from the said site. My blockmates voted for her book. I even relayed false information saying that the book can be bought for 235php (around $4-$5) because that’s what the local bookstore’s website’s price. When we checked it out, it was for 400php++ ($6). We opted to get the eBook instead. (I have the ebook copy. So… if you’re looking for it you can email me.)


Beyond the Book Cover 06 | Love Letters to the Dead

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love letters to the dead

Howdy ey! You must’ve thought that this is kinda strange that I’m doing a book review again on the same day and it is mainly because I got my book reviews stacked up already. I’ve read one book to another and I cannot stop myself from doing so. That’s the main reason I’m doing book review one after the other. Aaaaaaaand! I am stoked becaaaaz this book is in progress with the movie adaptation, yay or nay? IT’S YAY! Remember the director who did the Twilight adaptation? Yep, Catherine Hardwicke will do the screen adaptation of Love Letters to the Dead. Did I say this yet again? But yes, I am excited. Thrilled, even.

Beyond the Book Cover 05 | How I Lost You

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I’m not fastidious with books that I read. Whatever’s available when I finish a book, I would likely to start reading. First, because I don’t want to really feel the hollow in my chest whenever I realize that I am already at the last page of the book. It feels like it’s my last day as well. So, I eagerly start a book right after. Without having the chance to check out the overview of Janet Gurtler’s book, I quickly flipped over the table of contents and gave life to it.

I used to say that my cousins were my only true friends; they know every little bit about me, they’ve seen me grow, they watched me fall and get up, and they helped me through life. But then sometime in your life, you’ll meet that one person that will be your best friend—someone that somehow changed your life forever. The story is superb. It has every detail of a love for a true friend—unselfish, understanding, and kind. It got my heart twisted into endless knots, needing and badly wanting to change the way Grace treats Kya. No, Grace doesn’t treat Kya in a bad way, but Grace treats her very well that it often leads to Grace giving up things for her, very important things. She was so good and it’s not helping Kya grow up and stand on her own feet. Honestly, at first I was very reluctant to continue reading for a reason I don’t know, until I came to realize that maybe it was because I am under the same situation. I hate how Grace loves Kya because I can see myself in her. It was selfless and forgiving. It’s not healthy but then all I wanted is for her to find genuine happiness. Not that she is sad, but she’s not happy either. And I want her to feel it. It’s these things that some books lack. The way it made me feels extremes. Extreme happiness and sadness. And the most beautiful part of it is how Grace finally decided to let Kya go. One did their own thing without the other and they both learned how to live without having to depend on the relationship they had. I know this review states some of the opposites of friendship as positive and you wouldn’t understand… unless you read the book.

Beyond the Book Cover 04 | Between Us and the Moon

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When I started reading this book, I was a little confused because I forgot that it was not the same book I opened and started reading. I have mistaken the cover, maybe. I shrugged off my mishap and continued reading anyway. At first, I can’t really cope up with the story because I don’t have any background on what I was reading and my mind keeps mistaking the book to the other book. So I gathered all my willpower to concentrate and I eventually found myself enjoying the story, badly wanting to tag along with Bean- oops! Sarah, I mean. And Andrew. Yup.

I got the hang of the book when I started plotting my own revenge to the guy who broke Beanie’s heart, Tucker. I’ve always admired people who are into more complex things. Like, science, math, stars and the horizon, and everything that’s deep within the earth’s surface. It feels refreshing to go on an adventure with a free-spirited girl who imitated other people and ended up finding out who she truly is. She was so used with the things she had done all throughout her existence, not knowing that there are so much more in the world. And this guy (oh so hot), showed her a different world that amazed her. She showed the guy the world she knew and made him fall in love, so deep, unintentionally(?). Twist and turns may had happened, but what’s meant to be, will be.

I love it. I love every word of this book, every page, every part. Well, except, of course, the ‘acknowledgment’. Yup. I totally hate that part. I wanted to continue the book. Like, write my own ending, or continue the love story in my own imagination. But then I realized how I would destroy the magic of the book. I want everyone to understand me when I say how my heart pumped harder when I realized that there is no more next page. That’s the last word you read, I kept telling myself. In order for you to understand me, go on. Grab your copy. Start reading. And get lost in the moon. Hihi!

So, as usual, these are my favorite excerpts from Rebecca Maizel’s Between Us and the Moon.

“The warmth of his body against mine is unfair. He will pull away amd whatever we are now will be an after.”

“You watch the world. I’m not even sure you live in it.”

“You’ve gotta get a stronger backbone or people will walk all over you.”

“I can’t give up now. I’m so close.”

“The world is an equation. I just have to fill in the right factors to find the answers.”

“Scientists need to be objective about their work and honest with themselves about the validity and success of their hypotheses. But maybe I need to be devoid of emotion to be good at what I do. Maybe to excel you need to be callused so your emotions don’t get confused with the results.”

“I love the stars. They’re my whole life.”

“Sometimes just saying good bye isn’t enough.”

“This moment right now, we can never get it back. If we kiss we’ll never be two people who haven’t kissed before. It will be… the after.”

“You can’t control anyone. Experiments, sure. You can change the variables, establish the controls, and record endless results. But humans? Even humans used in experiments are, at best, unreliable. I’m just saying. You can’t make someone do something they don’t want to do. People aren’t puppets. You could have done a variety of things differently, but you couldn’t have controlled the outcome.”

“Sometimes you have to do what’s right, even if it’s not what you love, for a bunch of different reasons.”

“People are damaged sometimes. But you can’t let their damage walk all over you. You gotta be there for them. Help them pick themselves up and brush off the dirt but you’ve got to protect yourself too.”

“If you’re lying to someone you love, well then they aren’t getting the real you. They’re getting a fraction of you.”

“How do we let go?”

“I wonder… I wonder what would happen tomorrow, if all the stars in the sky burned out and the world went dark – would the Lanternfish survive.”

“She scoots closer and hugs me. She doesn’t let go either. Her grip is stronger than I thought. She squeezes and it’s like a tiny fist clenching around me. Something circles my chest. Achole universe – a constellation. The hook, which has been pulling at me, drawing me to the surface, has brought me all the way to the stars.”


Pre-Midterm Lazy Post

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It has been so long, I know! And I’m sorry for that. My laptop gave up on me and I got too lazy to do another entry. I’ve already missed on so many post now. My recent post was our cover of Meghan Trainor’s Lips Are Movin’ which took no effort at all since I just linked it when I uploaded it from YouTube. I feel so bad not sharing what happened during the first days of January. My entry for Mr. Goalie was made weeks after New Year and it just happened to be what I am thinking (and still am) at the moment. So much has happened already. I’ve read about three books now, and I haven’t written anything for Beyond the Book Cover entry, yet. My aunt threw a house warming party that I was too lazy to put into words (I am a terrible person, right?). And now, my life is stucked, pretty much, on Midterm week, yet again guys!!! So… I am promising to make two entries (agad agad!) after my Midterm Exams. I don’t care what entry I’ll make, but I’m sure as hell to make it worthy to read, may it be BTBC or Rant or whatsoever, basta may maipost!

Beyond the Book Cover target posts (quotes, review, rating, right after Midterms)

  • Between Us and the Moon by Rebecca Maizel (author of Eternal Dawn, Infinite Days, Vampire Queen series, etc.)


  • Hello, Goodbye, and Everything in Between by Jennifer E. Smith (author of The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight, This is What Happy Looks Like, The Geography of You and Me, etc.)


  • Twenty Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler (author of  The Book of Broken Hearts, Bittersweet, Fixing Delilah, etc.)


I will try my best to come up with a good review right away, and I will try to make review of the books I’ve read in the past before I even had this blog. I’ll re-read and try to remember my reaction back then and how it felt reading it. There is a long list of books already and I am so excited to share it with you, guys!

For the events, places, and food that I would like to share with all of you, I’ll make sure to find the inspiration and energy to put in effort with that post. I haven’t gone in oh-so-wow-jaw-dropping-places yet this 2016, but I am looking forward! Maybe after this semester, or when I already have my first salary (I am planning to work this vacation since we’ll be having our 3-month vacation, by the way) so I will have enough money to spend on leisure.

Guys, I am so sorry if I left this blog hanging but I swear on heaven and earth that I will be more productive. I will also post my experience with Make Your Own Magnum that was located at SM Mall of Asia. So… til the next post! (I promise it won’t take long.)



Beyond the Book Cover 02 | Fixing Delilah

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Fixing Delilah

“Oh my gosh, okay. Stop. Crying.”

That’s it. That’s what I repeatedly told myself when I reached the last page of Sarah Ockler’s book, Fixing Delilah. I started reading it exactly a month ago, and I just finished it last night because I can’t finish a chapter or two without crying, and it’s making my eyes feel tired than it should be. At times, I need to stop reading to stop myself from crying like a pig. I usually don’t read overview of books except when the book’s genre isn’t really my interest, and Sarah Ockler’s books are the likes I would read in a heartbeat. What really caught my attention was its tagline on the book cover, ‘Family. It’s not always a perfect fit.’ I am soooooo sensitive when it comes to family matters. I tear easily when the topic is about family maybe because I was raised by family-oriented parents.

This book shot daggers through my heart because Delilah’s issues were solely about her mother; the ever heart breaking mother-daughter relationship. I was also kinda envious of her because even though they’ve grown apart, they can still say the most intimate words that I think I will never utter in front of my mother/father even in a hundred years. Delilah’s inhibitions were felt by most teenagers, even those who have good life; insecurities, fear, anger, guilt – everything. And by far, this is the book I can say that I can truly relate to. It made my chest twist into endless knots because of the love, anger, and guilt that I, too, felt against my mother. And there is nothing to compromise about it. It sucks that we kind of think very little of the big sacrifices they make for us when it’s all they could offer. The pain that I went through as I share the fear of Delilah touched my deepest soul and reminded me to be thankful even for the littlest of things. There were so many great lessons Sarah Ockler taught me with this book. And the best of all those is… ‘Family. It’s not always a perfect fit.’

So here are the quotes from this lovely book ever.

fix (n) 1: a position from which it is difficult to escape; a predicament  fix (v) 1: to repair something broken, damaged, or spoiled; to mend. 2: to make amends for something wrong 3: to restore a relationship by resolving a disagreement or rift

The more you put into it, the more you get out of it. Mom on working weekends: You’ve got to plant the seeds of hard work to reap the harvest of a satisfied client.

“But things aren’t different. She’s her and I’m me and surrounding us is an ocean of mess and misunderstanding, full of pirates and sharks just waiting to see who slips in first.”

“Aunt Rachel says that the universe is always trying to speak to us, and that the universe doesn’t waste time speaking about things that aren’t withing our direst power to influence or change.”

“He just drove away, and I walked on in the other direction, the distance between two points growing long and cold.”

“I want to shake her and scream and tell her that for all her hard work to secure our future, the snake plants in the foyer know more about my life than she does.”

“She wears it, like makeup – a paper-thin layer of unwavering resolve flaking away to reveal all the broken parts underneath.”

“It’s funny how someone can be such an integral part of your life, like you laugh at the same  jokes and eat your ice cream cones the same way and share your toys and dreams and everything but your heartbeats, and then one day–nothing. You share nothing. It’s like none of it ever happened.”

“A tiny crack in the previously solid understanding of one another. A crack to fissure. A fissure to a break. And then a gulf, big and empty and impossible to cross.”

“A thousand pounds of unspoken words keeping them apart.”

“There are times like now when I wish that he was here, that I could ask him what I should do, what I should say, how I should be.”

“Delilah Hannaford, you nearly broke my heart when you didn’t come back that summer.”

“I thought they’d last forever.”

“I don’t name the things that have gone unsaid between us for so long, but they’re here, rising up like steam in the heat of this place.”

“Don’t shut yourself off to new possibilities. But be mindful of the Fool, and don’t dive into anything with your eyes closed.”

“Everything is open to your interpretation.”

“Did I know she was hurting, even if I couldn’t name it?”

“…we’re as close as ever, but I know nothing lasts.”

“I know my dad always looks like he’s smiling, but on the inside, it’s like his life was frozen on the day she left.”

“She runs away from me and I’m her own daughter.”

“Everyone thinks it’s so awesome that I have all this freedom, but honestly, it kind of sucks. I’d rather have my mom around once in a while to bake cookies or bitch at me to turn down the music.”

“Bad things happen, I say. “But why does it have to erase all the good? You and Mom used to be so close. Same with me and Mom. I don’t know how everything got broken.”

“She’ll never understand the embarrassment of parent-teacher conference night when my mother asks to do hers over the phone. She’ll never know the sinking feeling of seeing my report card–back when it was still decent–unopened on the counter for weeks.”

Goose-bumps, holding-out-breath, lumps-in-our-throats, tears-in-our-eyes, all-we-need-is-love kind of sing.

“Maybe it has to do with being in my grandmother’s room, here among her ashes and the common things of the dead that become sacred, wanting so much for my mother to like me, to understand me, to mean what she says about me being happy and safe… I don’t want her to turn off the light. I don’t want us to go.”

“Stephanie falls headlong for Casey and begins to lose some of herself in the process.”

“Patrick’s show last week, hearing him sing as if it was for me alone, I understand how easy it would be for me to lose yourself in the heart of another. It’s frightening. Exhilarating. An ocean with no lifeguard.”

“How can anyone accept that someone once so vibrant, so alive, is never coming back?”

“They don’t demand. They don’t assume. They’re just… there. Wanting to know know us. There’s a word for these people.Sometimes I think I’m on the edge of some great understanding, looking up at all the answers I just can’t reach, like apples too high in the tree. But tonight, I stretch my fingers toward the sky, and I think I h#ave the answer. The word. Friends.”

“I was, but then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn’t exist anymore. That the person I missed didn’t exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they wouldn’t all day long, but that never works.”

“In your entire life, you can probably count your true friends on one hand. Maybe even on one finger. Those are the friends you need to cherish, and I wouldn’t trade one of them for a hundred of the other kind. I’d rather be completely alone than with a bunch of people who aren’t real. People who are just passing time.”

“Sometimes I wonder if my whole life will pass by this way: me waiting in the shadows, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for someone else to make it happen. Something new or different or crazy and amazing. I’ve been there for so long, letting everyone else figure it out for me, floating along without much direction or conscious thought. Reacting. Attention-seeking, Mom calls it. Impulsive. Reckless.”

“Unfortunately, when families fight, lots of people get caught in the tide. It was just one of those nights.”

“…and I wonder how much we don’t see. How much of our lives we witness and accept as truth when the rest of the iceberg–the heaviest, bulkiest part–is buried and invisible.”

“We all long for what could have been.”

“…and when he looks out over the crowd and winks at me, I know that of all the girls shouting and blowing kisses and dreaming about him tonight, I’m the one he’ll seek when the music fades; my hand is the one he’ll reach for when the lights go dark.”

“After all my time muddling in the past, the future seems like a foreign land in which I understand neither the language nor the culture, wanting nothing more than a one-way ticket back to the present.”

“Maybe some things really are that simple, and other things have a lot more layers, and the only thing that’s ours to accept is the fact that we don’t always get to know the answers.”

“I finally understand that it has never been about the secrets or the truth or the ghosts. I just miss my mother. I miss knowing how to make her smile. I miss being important in her life.”

“Mom’s face takes on an intensity that I don’t recognize; a pain I’ve never seen before in her eyes despite the long and troubled story of us. It makes me want to take her away from all of it, to become the mother just this once, to rock her until it’s okay again. All the times I hated Claire Hannaford Speaking, smile-as-you-dial, the constant buzzing of mobile communications devices, I’d give anything now for a call from her assistant. To see my mother clear her throat and shake it off and answer that phone, large and in charge.”

“…to remind me of everything that happened this summer; how easily some things can be broken for good and bad, and how some things, no matter how shattered, can still go back together. Like Moo, my family may never be as strong as it once was. There are chips and cracks and scars. But some of them can be repaired, piece by piece, rebuilt into something even more cherished and loved and unique. That’s what I’m working for now. That’s what I’m holding on to.”

Mother–she’s a human being, just like me. Frail and faulty and flawed, capable of making the most heinous mistakes and inflicting the most severe pain… but equally capable of the greatest love.

It’s a looooooong post now but… I can’t help it so whatever. And what captured my heart and soul was how Delilah tried her very best to reach out to her mother. She dug deeper to her family’s secret to know what else or how else to get in touch with her mother again. It’s truly heartbreaking to witness how a connection gets lost even when you’re living under the same roof and it’s all because of the lack of communication. We need to remind ourselves that the only way to make a relationship healthy is to keep the communication. And there are so many ways to do that. Just, keep communicating. Sometimes the only way to save sanity of a person is to let them let go of the things that are pulling them down, drowning their souls with depression.

Please, please, if you haven’t read this book, read it. Open your mind with the circumstances Delilah had gone through, and you will surely realize and understand so many things. Enjoy guys! *wipes tears*


P.S.: Thank you so much for this book, Sarah Ockler. Thank you, thank you.

Rate: 10/10