This must be the first book I’ve managed to finish in quite a long time. I picked it up early May, intending to read it on the plane to and from Butuan during the three-day furlough I managed to secure for myself using the elections as my cover. I managed to read about 10% of it by the time I got back to Manila. The next 80%, I sped through in bed last night, and the final tenth, in Starbucks this afternoon.
Such rapid writing. Yunior, the narrator, is so frantic and lost and longing for somewhere in this world to settle. He’s hopeful, then jaded, then looking for another start; looking, looking, always looking. One can’t help but relate. In some sense, we all wander.