This book aims for dichotomy: you choose to be smart or remain ordinary sounding when you talk. If you are not fastidious in using the English language, your communication will be disheveled and you cannot always equivocate whether you want to improve yourself in school or at work. Some overdo it by using big words or phrases with ostentatious effect. We should avoid this fiasco: even Americans who are native speakers of English can commit grammatical mistakes. We ignore those by saying that they are just typographical errors and thus this paradox: when a fellow Filipino commits the same mistake, we say that he is lacks the elan in language or worse, we say vile judgments like he graduated from so-so school. Not having the best education from exclusive schools can forever stigmatize graduates. But this is just a red herring. The real issue is the economy. How can every student get good education if the teachers themselves were not properly trained in the proper drills in English language?
I graduated from a provincial high school and when I was in my first semester in college, my essay in Psychology 101 had this comment written by my professor: "Next time, be careful with your grammar." That despite the fact that I got 98% in my senior English in high school and got all the accolades from my parents.
I bought this book early this year at the bargain section of National Book Store Forum. You see, I have this zealous belief that one has to challenge himself in terms of personal development continuously. Also, I don't want this book to be another white elephant on my bookshelf. Unread self-help books are becoming ubiquitous in the house. My wife has long stopped her impatient tirades and litany of reasons against my books when I countered that spending on books is better than spending on a mistress. However, I neither want to appear Svengali nor maintain stoicism just because I am the family's lone breadwinner. I continue my spartan reading. True, I finagle for glib convincing of my wife that books make our home look more alive or a harbinger that until I finish the 1001 Books Before You Die, that's the only time that I can die.
My book friends have this idiosyncrasy in buying books: we buy even without the intention of reading yet because stocks can run out anytime. Our mantra is better to buy than be sorry later. Never mind if the term reader is becoming a misnomer because we don't read as much. At times, it feels like this habit of endless buying of books is a narcissistic tendency. After all, reading is almost always a solitary activity.
Reading this book is fun. Many of the 100 words are familiar and I can use correctly. There were some that I have been using but in a totally wrong way: ANGST. I normally associate this with James Dean in "Rebel Without a Cause" or Holden Caulfield in J. D. Salinger's greatest work, "The Cather in the Rye." I thought that teenage angst means what they are angry about just by being in that age of not-yet-an-adult-but-no-longer-a-child. Through this book, I learned that angst is "n. a feeling of anxiety or apprehension." So, it is not about being angry but it is about being anxious or indecisive. But probably my young bona fide book friends really mean teenage angst as anxious and being anxious makes them angry.