“Tender is the night”

…is the F. Scott Fitzgerald book I found at the National Bookstore sale pile earlier tonight when I was getting  supplies.

It only sold for Php 20.00. This has got to be the cheapest book purchase I’ve made yet…not counting the time that I bought a compendium of essays for, get this, 5 pesos.—honestly, I don’t know how they price books these days.

Granted, it was a hardbound copy, but ever since I’ve read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, I’ve been an admirer. This work of his, although not a commercial success, is a particularly memorable one, as it is loosely based on the life of the author and his wife, when she was diagnosed with a mental illness. I can’t help but be drawn, because it is a topic particularly close to my heart.

On top of that, I finally found myself a copy of “One flew over the cuckoo’s nest” as well when I was out looking for blank CD’s. I don’t pride myself on being easily drawn by these cheap little modes of entertainment, but this is kind of a good thing too. I remember my father telling me about this Jack Nicholson film when I was a kid, and I think I even made him tell it to me and my brother as a bedtime story.  

Anyhoo, someone I know has both read the book and seen the movie, and claims that as a psychiatry resident, I should have already been able to see it, which makes this a lucky find (it was 25% it’s original price, can you believe that?)

Oh, and last…another find, a non-fiction book, with a Sybil type of theme, although this one has a different flavor. I’ll tell you one thing that’s for sure, though, I won’t be reading this at night, when I’m alone in the house. I scare easily. lol.

Speaking of Sybil, guess what…my supervisor (i,.e. the consultant who sees to my training), in one of our conversations told me that her brother-in-law was the actual lawyer who was mentioned in the book.

Pretty cool, huh? Talk about six degrees of separation…

I’m happy with the finds, though, and I spent less than 300 pesos for the whole shebang. (I’m currently watching the Jack Nicholson (my, he was a dish when he was younger, even the “evil eyebrows” are still pretty cool) movie, and will be reading the F. Scott Fitzgerald book in between work periods.

Good night!

Love,

S.