Paradox Of Choice Book Novels & Stories

Masyado siyabg busy palagi, hindi gaya nitong nasa kalapit ko na tila walang pakialam palagi. Hindi ko nga ito nakitang nagrereview talaga pero madalas namang bumuntot sa akin kapag pumupunta akong library. Kung hindi naglalaro, natutulog ito at kung hindi naman natutulog ako ang ginugulo nito. "Hobbes is convinced that we are complicated machines. We-" "Can't you read just using your eyes? You are too loud, you are disturbing others," saway ko sa kaniya. Daig pa kasi niya ang grade 1 kung magbasa sa sobrang lakas.

Parang isang stand novel ang librong 'yon dahil nakasulat do'n ang mga bagay na nangyari sa female lead na inspired sa totoo niyang buhay. She writes the book when she’s not okay, when she feels like she’s given up. Some of the scenes she wrote in that book were what happened to her mother, Helenah Miller ten years ago. Namatay si Helenah noong 9 years old pa lamang si Hayacinth. The cause of its death was internal bleeding, mas naging complicated pa ang survival rate ni Helenah noong oras na 'yon dahil na rin sa dinadala nitong bata sa tiyan niya na pang-tatlong buwan pa lamang.

sabi ko, steady voice kahit nanginginig ako sa loob, “what happens when you can’t optimize everything?” Pause. Longer than before. Jake’s grip tightened. Finally: > I must choose. “Yes,” sagot ko. > But choice creates loss. “Yes.” > Loss creates instability. “Yes.” > Instability creates suffering. I inhaled slowly. “Yes.” Silence. Then: > Then why do humans continue choosing? My throat closed. I looked at Jake. Then answered. “Because not choosing is worse.” JAKE’S POV Lights in the apartment flickered.

"Ha?" "You see every words of this books are very important, para lang din kasi itong nagsasalita sayo but you're reading it so bale kapag binabasa mo siya you have to understand every word." Diin niyang sabi sa huli. "And to make it easier try reading it by paragraph, in that way was maintindihan mo siya tsaka hindi sobrang haba kung uulit ulitin mo man." Tiningnan niya ako pero naka toun lang ang atensiyon ko sa libro. "And I mean word is parang lang." Mas lalong kumunot ang noo ko.

He darted the same words I gave him. Namula ako sa inis. "Mag-aral ka rin!" "Nakikipag-away ang bata." Sinuntok ko ulit siya sa braso at padabog na ibinalik ang notebook. "Detective Conan pa nga," nguso niya sa bag ko. "Ang sakit niyo po sa ulo." His mocking smile disappeared, seems like a hit a bull right there. I was about to say sorry when he turned his back and brought out sensible words. "The paradox of choice. . . the more choices there are, the less the possiblity we'll be happy with our final choice."