A review by jinglehui
I've Been Meaning to Tell You: A Letter to My Daughter by David Chariandy

3.5

You are complex. There is your sadness, and there is your wildness. There are the mysteries of your joy-the way you allow chocolate to melt in your fingers while eating it; the little dance you do before pressing an ele- vator button. There is your silence too, on display today during the car ride, the radio off, nothing but the squeak of the wipers and the patter of rain.