Of those I read, these are few that continuously dazzle my memory, forming part of myself: Journey Back To The Source by Alejo Carpentier, a backward travel in time cleverly told in active (instead of passive) form, as in describing the furnitures to be growing instead of the character shrinking; A Country Husband by John Cheever, a not so distant cousin to the movie American Beauty; The Ledge by Lawrence Sargent Hall, the most melancholic I have read, about the death of two boys while on a hunting trip with their father/uncle; The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien, which tells of a Marine officer's romantic struggles while leading his men out of harms way in Vietnam;
umpisahan natin sa simula, sabi nga ni john cheever, let us begin at the beginning (bos john, kundi ka lang matinding nalathala maaari kong sabihing tulad mo si ador) pero anyway, hemingway, you the muhn, walt whitman, kahapon (kahapon ang simula) bumili ako ng bird feeder at inimbitahan ang mga kalapating mataas ang lipad nasa patio ang feeder, tinititigan ko, walang kaiga-igaya, walang dumarating lecheng buhay to! kung nasa pilipinas lang kayo pinagbabalatik ko na kayo