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Illuminating read. Based on Tedtalk given on 2012 and by now, nothing in here is new— and that’s a good thing. Because I’ve been self-educating on the subject and it’s good to be reminded from time to time.

“Some people ask: “Why the word feminist? Why not just say you are a believer in human rights, or something like that?” Because that would be dishonest. Feminism is, of course, part of human rights in general—but to choose to use the vague expression human rights is to deny the specific and particular problem of gender. It would be a way of pretending that it was not women who have, for centuries, been excluded. It would be a way of denying that the problem of gender targets women.”

It feels like reading Sheldon Cooper's (The Big Bang Theory) childhood story.

Maths formulas, chapters numbered with only prime numbers, maps, statistics, specific time-table, trivia, books & Star Trek references, train set and parental issues. Familiar?

Christopher Boone of Swindon is fifteen and has Asperger’s Syndrome. He knows a great deal about maths and very little about human beings. One day, his neighbor dog mysteriously died and he sets out a quest to find out the murderer.

— It was an entertaining experience, knowing Christopher and his logics. Uncomplicated storyline so the spotlight is really onto him. A light read.

It's true. What they all were saying. This one is one hell of a trauma stack.

Don't take the plunge if you are not ready. I love friendship/human relationship dynamic books - so it was me serving my heart on the platter to be destroyed.

I was ready (hah I thought) guarding my heart and all but still, when it hits- it hits.


“I knew I should be grateful to Mrs Guinea, only I couldn't feel a thing. If Mrs Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”


Sad and suffocating.

It's a shame I didn't enjoy her New York experience in the first part as how I emphathize with her state of mind on the second. I like Esther as a person,

"..I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”


A mindful read afterall.

“Gatsby bought that house so Daisy would be just across the bay.”

Short and extravagant.

I do not need to understand words to know he is disappointed I am not a boy. Some things need no translation. And I know, because my body remembers without benefit of words, that men who do not welcome girl-babies will not treasure me as I grow to woman --though he call me princess just because the Gurus told him to.

I have come so far, I have borne so much pain and emptiness!
But men have not yet changed.


Every woman has her own kismat.

Oh the perils of being a female, giving birth to one.

During India partition, two women married to the same man.
- because of course, men need sons.

I was fully invested with the drama between the wives, the inside turmoil of Satya, forty years old first wife feel against Roop,16 years old young bride who sees marriage and children are the only thing every woman should ought to have.

Deeply moved by Satya's pain and Roop's naivety.
Served with rich Indian culture.

“Who knows what would have happened if he’d obeyed me. If he’d sailed off, maybe he’d have found some real monsters to kill, to make his own myth – as I have here, my story finally made mine. Perseus the Brave, Perseus the King: it sounds familiar. Maybe he would have saved a maiden and married her? Maybe, in another universe, that’s exactly what he did.

Not in my universe, however. In my universe, I left him on the edge of a cliff. I have to tell you something else too: I saw my face in that shield of his, and I looked good.”

Fascinating retelling about a girl, a woman, Gorgon, monster. Medusa.

They'd all tested me; they'd all tried to see id I would break. But I was tired of men and gods and goddesses dictating the ebb and flow of my happiness, my state of mind.

Not as lyrical as many retellings that I've read before but this one is concise— straightforward and stern.

Okay, where do I begin?

Do I start with the bizarre waves of emotion this book gave me upon finishing it, or the reflection that had dawned upon me that still lingers, to this day?

"Love cannot be explained. It can only be experienced. Love cannot be explained, yet it explains all. "

This one is simple and yet deeply touched every aspect and relationship in life.
Sure, some of the points were questionable, "scandalous" but everything and all boils down to one main thing, LOVE. Love above all, above anything.

"I’d rather extinguish the fire in hell and burn heaven so that people could start loving God for no other reason than love."

Can you believe that Elif Shafak is already my favorite author before I read this?
Imagine the adoration I have for her now that I had consumed this.

3.5

I had to take a night thinking through on how I want to form an opinion here.
Badly wanted this to work on me but sadly, it did not.

A historical multi-generational, family saga exploring the themes of poverty, displacement from war, racial prejudice, women generalization, love and honour, that starts in Korea at the turn of the 20th century and concludes in Japan in 1989. It explores the Korean-Japanese identity and the social and legal discrimination experienced by those with that heritage.

I thoroughly enjoyed the first part where we're introduced to a poor family who had a daughter named Sunja and her life was so simple. Poor and difficult but that's life. Then things happened, Sunja was taken to Japan where life supposed to be easier but just like my experience while reading this one, it did not work that way.

Overall story was fine, I guess but the storytelling bore me at times I find myself could not having an attachment to any of the characters though life tortured them hard. I just simply don't care and that's sad... to not to be able to empathize with their pain.

Travelling through streams of consciousness is indeed entertaining.

Mrs Dalloway is such a fascinating character.

Her feelings and opinion towards life are complex, multi layered and humanly flawed. Published 1925 and almost a century later ..the feelings, the dilemmas are still valid, recognized by a fellow female who perceive life almost the same if not similar.

Social status - Mrs Dalloway [not Clarissa], love and lust, sentimental feeling over road not taken, jealousy— imbued inside a female character which made the her understandable, just within grasp. So relatable.

Enter Septimus Warren - the shell shock, the trauma ..adding to this one day event of book a heavier layer — in what appear like a social gossipy soap drama.

One of the best.