Today is exactly one month after I bought and started reading Samantha Sotto’s first novel, Before Ever After. For the first 2 days, I read the first 50 pages and I stopped. I did not like it. Had I continued till I finished it, I would not know how to give her my feedback without being dishonest or worse, hurting her feelings.
She was one of the member-guests in the 5th Meet Up of Filipinos group here in Goodreads on July 23, 2011. Few months before that day, she invited us to attend her book launch originally set on July 21st, so I asked her why not attend our meet up so we could discuss about Before Ever After. She agreed and so she was there and talked about this book with us. I was very excited I bought a copy of the book a day prior to the event and my copy was the first one she signed: To K.D. I’m so glad our paths crossed on Goodreads. (signed) Thankful and thrilled, I showed lots of enthusiasm while talking with her and her husband over lunch, listened intently to her talk and promised myself that I would finish reading the book ahead of everybody just to show to her that I really appreciated her coming to our meet up and inspiring us to be writers too. Also, it was our first time to have an author-guest during a meet up and that gave us a bit of prestige that our group was nagle-level up on its way of becoming a legit book club rather than just a group of socializing friends sharing the same passion for books.
I have to admit that love story and romance are the literary genres I am not very much comfortable with. This is the reason why I hate the novels of Nicholas Sparks. I read 4 of his books. Each time I began reading his book, I tried hard convincing myself that there was something in that book I was holding that was worth knowing or enjoying. After all, his books are bestsellers so that means many people find those books extremely enjoyable. Each book, each time, was a disappointment. Now, even if you stick a knife on my throat you will not make me read another book by Nicholas Sparks. Never. Ever. Again.
In its first 50 pages, Before Ever After reeks of those romance-novel elements: good-looking characters (including a couple of gay “side-kicks”), they live a beautiful dreamy life in London, the girl loses the boy, the girl is terribly missing the boy, i.e., Boy#1, recalling their beautiful days together, trying to pick up the pieces… then ta-da here comes Boy#2 who looks like the supposedly Boy#1 who claims that he is Boy#1’s grandson and the girl should come with him to the Philippines. What the heck, I exclaimed to myself. And the narration oh dear, it goes back and forth: three years ago then earlier then three years later then now then five years ago in just a matter of 48 pages… and then on page 49 has 1871 so I decided to close the book because I had a terrible headache and I just did not know who Julien, Stephan and Isabelle were and what how they were related to the Max who was blown into pieces in the London station and I did not really care about how he used to cook perfect omelet with ham and cheese for breakfast because I thought that I’d rather have a simple one with onions and tomatoes like how we do it at home because putting ham and cheese is too much cholesterol and I am reading because I love reading and I don’t care about omelets that will shorten my stay here on earth. And for Godssakes, Shelley, dead is dead, move on lady, look for another man. So, feeling left out, I just closed the book and I would not want to continue. Think, K.D. , think, what would be your plan of escape from this mess that you created yourself?
Thank heavens for Sue Dress.
Sue Dress is one of my American friends here in Goodreads. She and I have 278 books in common. However, she has more read books than me and she seems to be open and happy to try reading books by Filipino authors. So, a few months ago, we agreed to swap books. She already sent the book she liked to me and while waiting for the snail-paced postal system to deliver her book to me here in Manila, I said I would read a number of local books first before selecting and then sending the one that I thought she would enjoy. Based on her profile Sue prefers Mystery and Suspense genre because her most-read authors are Robert Parker and Jonathan Kellerman. However, there is no local novel written in English (or even in Filipino) in that genre in any of the bookstores here in the city. All we have are romance, juvenile, satire, graphic novels and some classic works of brilliant but already dead authors. Take time, K.D., take time. The post office is so slow you will be able to finish ten books and the Registry Notice will not be here yet.
Or so I thought.
I received the Registry Notice last Friday.
Panic time. Will I just tell Sue that I have received neither the book nor even the Registry Notice yet? What will she think of our third-world postal system? Okay, look at the stack of Filipino books. Think. Focus. This one. That one. Oh no, nothing qualifies yet. All the previous books will be too “classic” for her mystery-suspense taste: two spinster sisters going crazy about the same man, a runaway boy who hid in the baggage compartment of a ship so he could go to America, a woman with two navels, the city with all those creepy creatures displacing all the humans into hiding… What? Which one?
Then I saw Before Ever After with my black bookmark sweetly inserted on page 52.
Aha! Why not this? The cover is nice with a flower that reminds me of Sue’s profile picture. Maybe she will like the book because of the cover. Then after reading, even if she hates the story, she will keep this book because of the cover. So, I went to page 52 and resumed reading. But I forgot what happened already or maybe I did not really understand, so I re-started.
Lo and behold, after 3 days, I am done with the book. Lo and behold, it is an excellent book.
It made me gasp for air a number of times. It made my heart palpitate. It made my fingers keep on leafing the pages. It made me lose some of my precious sleeping hours. It made me sit for a couple of hours at the gym lounge unmindful of members who probably thought why is this old man reading a book that looks like a chick lit, is he gay?. (I just did not care). It made me dream of those European places. It made me remember being in Boracay. It made me say, oh you naughty, naughty Sam. It made me laugh. It almost made me squirt some tears from my eyes in a couple of death scenes.
The morals of my story: read the book in its entirety before rating or judging it. Reading also means really understanding and it could also help if you try to put yourself in the author’s shoes to get what she wants to say. Also, try not to read the book at the height of its campaign in media and refrain from reading reviews posted by the early finishers. These two could be distracting. And of course, if you are one of those who read fast? Please don’t write any spoiler anywhere or just use that spoiler alert link.
So, I am going to the city post office today and claim Sue’s book. Then I will also mail a copy of this book to her as I have no doubt that she will like this. Not just the cover but more importantly the story.
Well done, Sam.