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The Baguio We Know

Please join us for the launching of a volume of essays written by
authors who have lived and loved in Baguio.

Edited by Grace Celeste T. Subido.

The Baguio We Know

September 2, 2009 at 6PM
National Bookstore, SM Baguio

"Today, with the emergence of new and concededly more titillating, tourist destinations, many will admit that Baguio has "fallen from grace" from its once lofty position as "Summer Capital of the Philippines." However, perhaps more than anything, this collection of works reveals the Baguio that is so much more than the handmaiden to tourism that some falsely believe is the answer to this city's ultimate salvation.

"This collection of works provides a glimpse into that view from within of a place forged in consciousness that transcends boundaries of time and space."


The Contributors

Cecile Afable

Pia Arboleda

Arnold Molina Azurin

Tita Lacambra-Ayala

Nonnette C. Bennett

Karla P. Delgado

Merci Javier-Dulawan

Priscilla Supnet Macansantos

Martin Masadao

Baboo Mondoñedo

Padmapani L. Perez

Dinggot Conde-Prieto

Scott Magkachi Saboy

Enrico Miguel Subido

Rolando B. Tolentino

Anna Christie V. Torres

(The book paper edition will sell for P395. The newsprint edition will sell at P225. Both editions will be sold at 10% less during the book launch!)


Pandora said…
Save a copy for me, please.
padma said…
Hi Pan! The book will be available in National Bookstore and Powerbooks! You can grab a copy there! Plans are afoot for a Manila launch too.

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