Books Galore@UNSW

UNSW was having its annual bookfair, dubbed as one of the largest of its kind in Sydney which only ends today. I am not in the right frame of mood for any good books lately- no thanks to the huh-hahs of the hectic university life and the dreadful mid-sem test- but I still came back from the Roundhouse last Thursday with a box full of books anyway. And I was not about to finish yet; yesterday I went there again and bought two more to add to stacks of my collection. I choose the word collection, because from experience majority of them will be left intact for a long period of time. Stuffs that we bought and kept unscathed are called collection, am I right? I pity these books, and piles of their other companions that I left in Malaysia. They always cried out, telling me that they want to be read. But what can I do?

Anyway I did not find any book that is on my wishlist during the bookfair, (that is weird enough, because I still managed to come back with the box) so I decided to casually have a look and remain optimistic that I could find ones that by the least attract me, or whose author I recognize. Ultimately I settled for Catch Me If You Can by Frank W. Abagnale which I watched the movie chiefly because it is Spielberg's, The Family by Mario Puzo because I know he wrote the widely-renowned The Godfather series so my predict says this book must be good as well, Bad As I Wanna Be, the biography of NBA badboy Dennis Rodman which I have already read but I like the idea of having it as my collection anyway partly because the fact that it bears an enganging personal experience with Zahira, Lord of The Flies by William Golding which is not really my type of read but I saw NikNazmi recommends it on his page so I decided why not to give it a try, among them. Trying to seek for something serious but could not find any that really thrilled me, I nonchalantly picked a people's almanac and a fancy dictionary of dates, added to a couple of past years' editions of Reader's Digest which cost me only ten cent each and a few copies of NewScientist (which, again, is weird for me who have never had any interest in science). Thinking about the mistress 2000 miles away, I also spent sometime searching through the heaps of books and ended up buying five for her, which I hope she likes. In total, twelve books and a handful of magazines, costing me merely a little less than $30!

Now come the real problem; I need to endure their howling for being left safe and sound in the comfort of the bookrack for possibly the next few years.