books and then some breasts
i went to the bookshop a while ago to look for good or hard-to-find writings on sale. i found books from the usual authors, like danielle steel, john grisham, ann rice and robert ludlum among others.
know what? whenever i go to bookshops, i always hope for a miracle — that, I would be lucky enough to find a a Gabriel Garcia Marquez book ,because he really is one of my favorite authors. his books are too expensive, though, someday i would want to have a collection of his writings. but for now, i just make do with borrowing from my friends.
aside from the old pocketbooks, a lot of teeny bopper, architectural, lifestyle and men magazines are on sale. and speaking of men magazines, the covers are mostly of sexy, sophisticated women with large breasts, narrow waists and big hips. you know, those with to-die-for vital stats: 36-24-36 or 34-24-34.
looking at the magazines, i wonder if men really want women with big breasts? hmmnn…do they want it all-natural or would they opt for those who underwent surgeries like the Santa Monica breast implants?
anyway, it’s just a thought that crossed my mind. after looking over the mags, i went back to searching for Marquez’ books — of which I found no luck, as most of the time.
gladly, i was able to read his timeless masterpieces "one hundred years of solitude and " "love in the time of cholera."
thanks to my booklover friends!
