disclaimer : dear Grammar Nazi, I’m sorry if my writing will give you some unbearable itchy feeling, make you want to grab you red pen and point out my too many errors. *laugh*
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t make us (me and H) stop buying the books.
We are trying so very hard to cut expenses on that department but we always have a soft spot for book.
If we bought some food which turn out way too expensive for our wallet, we went like, “Oh MY GOODNESS! They tried to rob us! Rp 175k for a dinner?”
Mind you, it’s a fancy Japanese restaurant. Given the place, that was cheap.
But when we were at Gramedia/TM Bookstore/TS Bookstore/any kind of bookstore? “Oh, Rp 365k already? How about I buy this Jodi Picoult’s to make it 400k?”
Another problem, me and H is on different taste of book genre. H is crazy about history and classic while I always run amok every time a fantasy or conspiracy (esp. wrote by Crichton or Sheldon) book is on my sight. Our mutual genre is detective story. We rarely bought a book that will satisfy the both of us. It’s always, ‘your book’ and ‘my book’.
What do you expect? We are married couple not the citizen of a socialist country xD
H is more flexible than I am, sometimes he read book outside his comfort zone (he just finished first installment on His Dark Material, The Golden Compass) and to my surprise, he is still alive. *yay* And he enjoy it! *yay*
So I musing about this. Maybe if I start reading Eiji Yoshikawa’s or Pramudya’s or Choelho’s, Alesandro Dumas (all of H’s collection) it won’t do me any harm too.
I once trying to read Coelho but I never managed to finish it. I gave up at page 12. So I think I’m not a Coelho girl.
But the others?
I don’t know why I think that I can’t endure them. Maybe because it’s looks complex and considerably thick? (Well, but I read all of Harry Potter books thoroughly, you can not say those are not thick (double negation. ih!))
Or is it because it’s well-known reputation bark and scares me? If I’m unable to digest these book, it will put me in a certain demographic. It will made me ‘that 0,00012 % people of the world who read the book but is too stupid to enjoy Tetralogi Buru and or Yoshikawa’s’.
Come to think of it, maybe I’m not too worry about label. I even long for the day I meet one of Murakami’s works. To find out will or will not it suit my taste. I’m not afraid if it turns out I dislike Murakami’s and have my friend raised his/her eyebrows xD
Every time I saw the shelves contain those book (I saw it maybe a thousand times a day since rumah kan segitu doang, benda yang bisa diliat juga segitu2 aja) there’s some funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I have these all-time classic books but I never give it a chance.
I won’t find out what this Musashi guy or Taiko lad trying to tell me (aren’t they the name of people? ).
I will never read the widely popular quote “Kita telah melawan Nak, Nyo. Sebaik-baiknya, sehormat-hormatnya” from Bumi Manusia.
I made myself busy with the Bartimaeus djinni until my eyes sore but I only give a blank stare on those classic book.
Oh, poor thing.
I guess, I can’t count on ‘not my cup of coffee’ as my defense. How will I know that was not for me if I never read them?
Maybe when I get older and wiser, I will pick one of these books, put it in my lap, sit in a rocking chair and maybe, just maybe, find myself enjoy reading them. *grin*