BOOK REVIEW: Malaria (Suede D Goldmann)

 

Malaria is a murder mystery that reads like a classic Agatha Christie novel. It’s a reunion and a celebration gone wrong.

Personally, there are many things to cherish in this book, as well as many that feel distracting to me.

There are many characters to learn. I give up memorizing when they are mentioned in the first page because it’s somehow easier to learn about them as the story unfolds, with their arrivals and interactions. This brings me to the point of too many clutters in the book: information and descriptions of things that are not important to the story or characters. They could be used as distractions, because that is one way to make the mystery richer, but imo they end up merely as clutter, since there are already enough things going on in the story.

Unfortunately, the one thing that needs more explanation, imo, that keeps me wondering from start to finish is the clarity of the Foreign Nomad Posse. They are supposed to be close (it barely feels so), but it takes them so long to get together after an incident, yet they meet for a reunion when a lot of dark things have happened among the members, and then they meet a year later, after more unfortunate events. There is barely any similarity in terms of members’ backgrounds and interests on top of it. Maybe it’s only me, but I waited for a subsequent murder because, unfortunately, most of the characters feel detached and not root-able. The kitten analogy feels very weird when professionals deal with a group of adults. How they treat witnesses and suspect are very questionable, besides other factors like the right to detain them and the short statute of limitations. Some of their interactions are clunky with unrealistic reactions. The group also feels very incestuous, and I barely keep track of who is humping whom.

I enjoyed the middle of the book the most. I like the time jumps. They are not difficult to follow with the time stamp, and it’s an interesting way to get the story going. The ending feels a bit disappointing because it feels unearned yet. We need many explanations to completely understand the story. However, I applaud the writer for the complexity of the case and the unpredictability.

3.5 out of 5 stars

BOOK REVIEW: Suicides Club (K.E.Adamus)

 

Suicide Club is a fun, fast-paced book that deals with a dark topic using dark humour. It’s unapologetic and daring, which makes it refreshing to read.

It’s a fast pace, moving from one scene to another, from one PoV to another. It is funny and entertaining, and I like that it’s not preachy, ridden with agenda, or full of too many predictable tropes. It’s presented in a different way that still touches on a disturbing reality.

The scene feels clunky at times, and I think the ending is quite rushed and stops abruptly. It doesn’t prolong the plot at the risk of it being predictable, however, I think it can be smoothed out to make it feel more conclusive.

The characters and their actions are sometimes over-the-top, because sometimes they depart from the people they used to be. However, I think it’s intended that way, and that makes the book fun to read.

4 out of 5 stars

 

The Chronicle of Gen-Zness

 

This is a short and sweet one.

There are many complaints out there about the younger generation’s work ethic, especially Gen Z. I had no idea about Gen Z’s age range, and when I googled it, the oldest Gen Z, as per the current year, is 29! Gasp! I thought they were babies, or at the very least, studying age? Not on the brink of their thirties! Geez, I feel ancient. No wonder it’s about their work ethic because some of them are in the workforce now, including one of my nephews. My other niece and nephew are in the university.

Anyway, I had been quite close to them, and to be honest, they are giving me hope. I’m not just an antique shaking my fist to the sky, but I have come to appreciate these two specimens. Yes, they do have their Gen-Zness, but it was minimal. I can actually talk with them in depth about many things, and I’m quite fascinated by the way they are thinking that can be wiser than many adults I know.

There is one thing that impresses me a lot: the lack of interest in social media and broadcasting themselves. My nephew even enjoys nature walks where he just appreciates the surroundings instead of taking selfies/pictures and posting them. They enjoy board games and nerdy games with me. I can’t say the same with their parents, ironically, as they behave more like the stereotypical Gen Z.

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Green-Eyed Goblin

 

It had been 28 years since I visited my hometown. So, I was very excited to finally have another chance in December 2025 during our annual family reunion/trip.

Unfortunately, I caught a stomach bug, and it ruined my first few days there in terms of culinary. I’m not someone who prioritizes food, I think eating can be a hassle, and I have never prioritized eating over everything else. However, I have missed my hometown’s food, and it is the best, according to many, including non-locals.

For the first two days, I could barely eat anything. It also reduced my enjoyment because of the pain, but I tried to make the best of it.

Maybe I haven’t been back for too long, maybe my expectation was too high, but I didn’t enjoy the trip the way I thought it would. Everything had changed, and not for the better. There were a few places that were stuck in time, but our house was gone. Flattened to the ground. We could only look at the ruins. My siblings’ last visit was a decade ago, and they still saw it, but not me.

We went there in the night, walking along the street that no longer felt familiar, and I made a turn into the alley where our house was. It was unplanned, because we wanted to come during day time, but I couldn’t stop myself. To my surprise, my two brothers went with me (the youngest one didn’t join this trip), while the rest went to another place along the street.

The three of us stood in front of the ruin, and carefully constructed where everything used to be. The green fence, the dining area, our room, the pipe where I used to climb to the second story (I never used stairs), and the beautiful bougainvillea tree that was growing alongside the back door. The place looked very small now that we had grown up, it used to feel like a castle to me.

I thought I would be sad, but I wasn’t. I had my fun there. We had so many fond memories and mishaps. My adventures with my three brothers were unmatched. All Gen X-ers, and we survived the way Gen X-ers did back then. We had several near deaths between us. I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to call them that. Four of us had unknowingly lit a match in a small room under the stairs used for fuel storage. The whole area was filled with gallons of them, and the four of us sat in the middle of them, playing train, and lit up the match because it was dark. The wooden match (the traditional, short match) burned my hand before we managed to light the candle, and I dropped it. It landed on the floor and was extinguished right after. Fortunately, we decided it wasn’t that fun and went out to play something else. We had fallen from the stairs (plural), from the fence, almost drowned inside the water tank, and survived fire on the roof caused by stray fireworks. There used to be a big tree in an empty field in front of our house, and we loved to climb that as well, provoking the whole nest of fire ants and whatever bugs, and that was just Tuesday afternoon.

I remembered lounging inside a fruit basket (yes, it was a gigantic basket), rocking it back and forth while enjoying the night stars in the small terrace. Our second story was not inhabited, and we kids had always believed it was haunted. There were stray cats and other small animals sometimes. Once, my big brother and I heard cats’ sounds and found a batch of kittens inside the top of one of the columns (there was a wooden cladding with an opening). Being helpful kids, we thought the kittens were stuck, so we made those cowboys’ knots to the best of our knowledge (no Google!) and tried to get and rescue the kittens. Well, they didn’t need rescue, the kittens were not abandoned, and we didn’t know how to make a cowboy’s knot. I only remembered my brother’s word asking me to run because he saw a pair of green eyes coming. It was on top of the stairs, and I fell down, hitting every step from top to bottom. There was a scary pair green-eyed goblin coming for us, which was a proper escape plan because it got me to the bottom faster! It was the mother cat, and thankfully, she moved the kitten away because of two nosy kids. The fall? I was invincible back then, not even an ouch. So, the second story was another world altogether. We loved the TV series Fun House and tried to make one there (with barely anything, of course), it became more like a haunted parkour arena.

We shared stories, invented games, because we had nothing else but our creativity to amuse ourselves. One thing was for sure: we were never bored. We were poor, but my childhood was awesome.

So, I thought I would be sad, especially because it caught me off guard looking at the ruins, but I wasn’t. Everyone I love is still in my life, and they are my home wherever I am.

I feel sadder about the town's condition. Yes, there are some upgrades and improvements, but most of those came with hefty prices. The place has become commercialized. Most people left the town, seeking better education and jobs (just like us and our parents), and they are coming back regularly to pay their respects to deceased or left-behind relatives, becoming a gold mine for those who stay.

The humble food stalls I could normally find along the street have a different target now. The prices are jacked up, and the tastes are compromised. Many of them still offer authentic taste, but it’s no longer the same to me. We could casually stroll in everywhere and had the best food, and now, everything feels commercialized. We are guests in our own hometown. Visitors, foreigners who are visiting, and those who are charged premium prices for things we are familiar with. We used to know almost everyone along the street. Now, we didn’t even see the owner of the places. Most of them were run by staff who were not locals. Everything was only business, there were no longer simple home-cooked mom-and-pop stalls.

For me, it means something. I haven’t been able to identify myself with a location because I always look different somehow. It wasn’t a problem for me, until it was. A very significant incident that made me aware of how different I was. Even when I was in a place with people who looked like me, I didn’t speak the language well. I thought my hometown would feel more like home in terms of place familiarity, but it’s no longer the case.

So, I thought the magic was lost, until, fortunately, one day, when my younger brother and I had a chance to visit our old school again. We did in the first two days, but we didn’t go in, and we were in a big group there was not much chance to explore around.

This time, we had an unexpected luck that it was a holiday season, but the school was open for competitive sports that were usually conducted in between semesters. We were free to walk in, and had the time for ourselves to even visit the classrooms, because everyone was in the field and those in lower grades were at home. The classrooms stayed pretty much the same, from the chairs to the chalkboard and teacher’s desk, the window, and the staircase landing, when I spilled my whole bag because it was broken, where everything rolled down the steps. I remember the class where my classmate stuck his little finger into a metal chair, and the fire department was called because they needed to cut the chair. The little patch of green in front of it also remained the same, although it looked tiny now compared to the huge park back then (all about perspective and children's size).

So, although the trip was below expectation in terms of food and places, I was happy to get back to the school, recognize some landmarks here and there, and get to meet my family again.

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Dish out a lot of pain.

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BOOK REVIEW: Silent Battle (Olivia Paisley Troy)

 

Silent Battle is a powerful memoir. Written in first-person view, the readers are brought into terrifying stories that, unfortunately, happen everywhere in the world, even in modern times.

The book is hard to read. It makes me angry, not necessarily about how dismissive the mother was in a situation that was obviously not healthy to raise a child, but for the society that failed them, too. It’s probably harder to digest how helpless the situation was in the current world, because we are very connected now. Back then, we didn’t have mobile service, it was not easy to find a public phone, and domestic violence was sometimes brushed aside and considered an internal problem only.

I wish the year could be made aware earlier. It’d make the story more powerful if readers understood the setting from the beginning.

Fortunately, this is an uplifting tale. The main character prevailed; there was a strong support system before it was way too late, and awareness of the need to fight for survival. I admire anyone who can pull their life together after starting from such a difficult, disadvantaged, and horrifying situation. This is definitely an inspiring tale about resilience and survival.

 

 

BOOK REVIEW: To Say Goodbye Again (Jac Winters)

This is a very raw, yet subtle, heartfelt collection of poetry and stories. Every single piece was written with heart and soul, reflecting sadness, sorrow, and vulnerability that touch even the coldest heart.

The Big Ben broke me, and Princess made me silent for a long time.
It’s such a powerful gem.

BOOK REVIEW: Pareidolia (Damir Salkovic)

 

I have no idea what to think after reading this book. I’m not a fan of the horror genre, but I appreciate a good story.

This book pulls me in and throws me into a swirling madness as I follow the protagonist's story. There are times when I’m not sure what is real and what is not, whether he is an unreliable narrator, a drunk, or the most sane person in a room.

The plot is quite close to home, as I myself am a struggling writer, well, of course, I don’t have the previous glory, but it’s very interesting to see the madness unravelled behind a simple concept: a contract that comes at the right time.

This book is full of vivid imagery. I was wary as I read along, not knowing whether the ending would be satisfying. There were times when I felt helpless with a prolonged journey that felt a bit repetitive, but it didn’t last long.

I have read a few of Damir’s books, and I have to say I haven’t been disappointed. I have become a fan of his work, his style, and the richness of his storytelling. I know I wouldn’t be disappointed.

The book has everything horror fans need. In reality, with the mysteriousness around some films in real life, the most notable one being The Exorcist, this story feels too real. I’m glad I read this book mostly during day time.

5 out of 5 stars