Do you think people are meant to meet? Yes, we all answered in unison.

Then the existence of Fallina and the three loving readers suddenly made sense.

We love The Sirens of Titan. Why? We don’t know much about the story yet, since Nina and I have barely started the first 30 pages. And Chelsea, the girl who made us want to read the book, doesn’t seem to mind that we share our memories here with Fallina, so I’ll just release her name for your reference.

To be honest, I was a bit worried that she would probably ask me to remove her pictures from the official account. But she joined us again for a second consecutive week. I feel that Fallina has suddenly become merrier, and the book, not chosen by our appetite, began to sing exactly the tune that we all love. We love Chelsea!

I don’t think either Nina or I expected to have a Fallianna who would meet the wild expectations of our initial membership standards. We wanted someone flexible with time and work, so we could meet on weekdays rather than weekends. And what are the other standards? I am too excited to recall them now. But seeing Chelsea, she is exactly the ideal Fallianna we could ever ask for!

So we do get what we wish for, just maybe a little later than expected. Sometimes it takes a little more time and a little more patience. I believe in destiny now.

Destiny, Multiverses, and Hallucinations

Yeah, we talked about destiny today, and multiverses, and different versions of ourselves, and copies of another us out there on the other planets, and a lot of random things. But somehow, they were all related to The Sirens of Titan.

I never thought the fun of talking about books with Nina could be outmatched by having a third person join the conversation. We felt the inner magnets within us and touched hands in celebration. It felt insanely beautiful.

It was a busy week for me, full of ups and downs. Losing one potential client was hurt, but seeing an old friend was exciting. Went play my drums after a long day felt quite fulfilling. Out of all of that meeting with Fallina feels a little hallucinatory to me. I keep remembering a word from the book: hallucinate.

Hallucinate.

The way Constant describes his only happy emotions as hallucinations brought on by drugs and all that.

But my Fallina hallucination feels much more real and much more conscious. An hour and a half passed too quickly. I found myself wishing that the alarm ending our peaceful half-hour reading session would last a little longer, even though I knew I had plans afterwards.

For a moment, I kind of wanted to stay under the same lamp with my fellow Fallinas forever.

The Secret Fallina Diary

Once again, I felt so blessed that Nina and I started the Secret Fallina Book Club in the first place.

A reminder to myself: follow the secret code, Falls! Even after the initial excitement has passed. Because when you give out roses, something stays with you.

When I rode my bike home with my books in the bag and a bunch of flowers once again elegantly tucked into the front basket, I felt pure happiness.

We read books, but it is the moments when we re-enter life after reading that cheer my heart the most.

I like keeping this secret diary of Fallina as much as I wish to. Looking back, all these entries have become history. And now that we live in an information-exploded society, most histories are doomed to disappear into the trash bin. But with Fallina, we hope our histories and our memories will be documented.

Glad you found Fallina, and Fallina found you.

To Chelsea — and to the future Falliannas yet to arrive.

Somehow, I’m already looking forward to next Wednesday.