The First Phone Call From Heaven – Mitch Albom

First one month after Dad’s leaving, my brother and I tried to look for any videos left which had Daddy’s voice on it. Glady we found two videos which were taken when Dad travelled Malaysia. As odd as it sounds, the moment I played the video and heard Dad’s vaugely voice was such a moment of joy. It just feels like having him around again. Real yet unreal.

Three weeks ago, I went to the bookstore and saw this book “The First Phone Call From Heaven”. I was so carried away by this piece from Mitch Album.

The book told a story about people in Coldwater, Michigan, that were shocked by the calls received from their deceased relatives. Some were happy to be connected to their sister, son, or close friends even for 30 seconds talk, while others tried hard to prove that the calls were just a make up, unreal.

Reading the book, I am relieved to know that somewhere out there, people somehow have this desire to recall the past, through the voice. I believe that those who read this book more or less must have the similar feeling as I had. (This is probably why people love fiction, isn’t it? It helps you picture the unreal thing, real.)

And, beside the story itself, Albom also gave a brief story about how Alexander Bell invented the call. There’s also a romantic part of Alexander with Manel, the love of his life, who was deaf. So, enjoying the fiction and knowing the history at one time. Throwing two birds in one stone. :)


Had it not been for a man’s love for a woman, making him jump aboard the train, Bell’s phone might never have found an audience. Once it did, life on earth was altered forever. (p. 83).¬†

We call out; we are answered. It has been that way from the beginning of belief, and it contunues to this very moment, when late at night, in a small town called Coldwater, a seven-year-old boy hears a noise, opens his eyes, lifts a blue toy to his ear, and smiles, proving heaven is always  forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone. 


Pulang – Leila S. Chudori


Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream. – John Keats.

I am not that kind of girls who loves reading very much. One of the reasons I bought this book was due to the fact that the book was the winner of the “Khatulistiwa Literary Award 2013”. Yeah, after a few minutes of googling, the winner label which was put on the cover ensured me that this book was probably worth buying. And it turned out that I had made a right choice.

Overall, this is a fiction book about the situation in Indonesia before, during, and after 1998, when our country had its massive government’s transitional period. There are political stories, historical stories, some are frightening yet some are heartbreaking, and of course, a touch of romance (the intentional and the unintentional) which will make you forget that you are reading a historical novel (which is supposed to be somewhat tiresome), for a few minutes. But again, this is a fiction.

So, for you who need a new collection for spending your get-nothing-to-do-weekend, this book is recommended. Though there are those love things, believe me, Leila S. Chudori won’t give you a cheesy experience in reading the story about love. Besides, you might want to know and digest more about the history of our nation once you’ve finished the last page.