Sup3rnality

I am often known among friends as the slightly off-beat one. Well, that's putting it nicely. Often they'd be straight-forward and tell me I'm weird. I never took offense, though.

Although, back then when I was among the first to own a Nokia N70 music edition, and people would excitedly ask to have a look so they can have a listen at the sound quality and the songs I have on the 2GB memory phone, the look on their faces would sometime make me quirk an eyebrow in fascination and a smidge of annoyance. They'd in one moment excitedly hold the phone in their hands, then, right in the next second, their face will change to that of realisation and say: "Oh wait, Hazlin kan suka lagu pelik-pelik" -_-^

 In any case, in this one week, I've been flipping through two particular books that I got from my colleague. Now, before I tell you the titles, let me say compare the two:

- Book A is likely to attract more readers because:
 1 - The writer is a pretty celebrity regaling tales from her promiscuous life as a teen, bedding anything with a good body (my spoonerism made me type bood gody at first *facepalm*) and a d*ck.
 2 - The language is simple, easy to digest and deadpan funny.
 3 - No heavy topics involved other than sex and booze and parties and her continuous unemployment.
 4 - It's a girl talking about sex life, usually a taboo, or mostly looked down on, so...most people wouldn't mind peeking into the mind of such a lady.

- Book B would most likely be the lesser choice because:
 1 - The writer is also a celebrity but of the err...less savoury kind and is also regaling his life of promiscuity.
 2 - While simple in writing style, the weight of his words lend more character and reality that he is indeed a normal person.
 3 - The topics range from heavy to light-hearted, and the heavy is enough bring a bit of tears to your eyes.
 4 - Yes, it's about sex sex sex, but it's about not from the eyes of the most good-looking of people in showbusiness.

But you know what, despite everything Book A is, I loathed it so much I stopped reading it by the third chapter and never even thought to continue --- EVER. Book B, which I read on a whim and out of curiousity of such a lifestyle, made a very insightful read that actually made me feel. I'm still reading it now, and I have to say, I can't put it down. Well, actually I do, but just so people can't see what I'm reading.

Now, this has nothing to do with my so-called off-beat tastes, but I know that people who know me are likely to attribute my liking Book B to this particular quirk of mine. But I do think anyone who appreciates quality writing would choose Book B over Book A, and I would think that the more casual reader who would never delve into real literature would sniff at the idea of reading Book B. That's what I think anyway.

Book B is surprisingly warm at times, especially when you think the cold reality is really that cold in the industry. But really, it paints a picture of real people living against a backdrop of fantasies who, despite the high life, would really just like to come back down to earth.

Anyway, dah dah I don't want to say anything more about these two books. But one day when the zombie apocalypse comes, and you've somehow managed to hole up somewhere and you get bored and happen to stumble upon these two books and only have space for only one book in your backpack, go with Book B, I'd say. In the absence of human connection and humanity, Book B will help you connect again and help you believe in the goodness of human beings. Yes, Book B talks about fake human connections that are exploited for money, but hey, it's more genuine that Book A.

So anyway, this is Book A: