chirp fiction

to thread the pages quickly is my new maxim. it's a result of my being sluggish. i'm still such a slow reader that it has left me truly unsated. but then i also have the newspapers. people read in this country. utilizing public transport, walking along a populous london corner in late afternoons would provide our reading eyes with engaging free papers. the contents are quite useful. if ever i bump into my friend in the tube in the mornings, she would be flipping over a copy of the daily bread while i would read the paper. that is if i won't sit next to her or we would be just chirp, chirp, chirp on mindless office chatter. the establishment is no book club. i'm fine with that. we're in a highly-stressful environment, saturated in stress and mired in arctic politics. the stress is a strain in my digestive system and some other system not apparent in the physical symptoms. whilst the politics is fervently juvenile, it's occurs in every nook where other humans exist and communicate with each other.

but back in fiction avenue, atonement is remarkable. but i'm still celebrating my coup with ghosts of manila (hurray amazon!), aka the account and observations of james hamilton-paterson about the capital of the pearl of the orient seas translated into a novel. do foreigners have something nice to say about the RP? that begs the question. manila is not the philippines. from somebody very provincial in nature and predicament, that has been my proverbial view.