I am back in my homeland, and by that I mean Canada. It’s been a crazy month, once again, because my family has been hosting three of my cousins who came to visit from China.
We generously showered them with the beauties that Vancouver had to offer, and then we took them on a 10-day camp trip which ended in our tents being flooded by the sudden and completely outrageous torrential rain of the great, dry city of Calgary.
Did I say dry? Yes, apparently, it only rains three days a year, and we were so fortunate that we caught two of those days, on our two-day stopover there. There were a ton of confusion, frustration and cursing but in the end, we ended up warm and safe in a rather sketchy motel. But we were all dry. That was our main focus.
My cousins are departing tomorrow and the house will finally be void of the rattle and clatter of having three boys under the roof, which means, I will be absent no longer! Prepare for the roll out of regularly-timed posts once more.
Of course, the first few will centre around books. I am, after all, hopelessly in love with them. So here we go!
I don’t write reviews for all the books I devour. This has led to a few missing books in my 30-books challenge. I’ve dug. I’ve ventured into the darkness. I’ve swam through oceans of pages. I’ve found them and some of my thoughts that got lost along with them. (OK. Honestly, I just looked on my Goodreads page, but I wanted to feel epic today)
Book 10: A Short Guide to a Happy Life by Anna Quindlen
Very short indeed. I breezed through this one within the hour I started it. Don’t have a strong memory of it, which probably means it didn’t offer all that much. Quindlen referred a lot to her own life, which was a nice touch. But other than that, it was forgettable.
3/5 happy lives.
Book 11: Lola and the Boy Next Door by Stephanie Perkins
This is the sequel to Anna and the French Kiss but I didn’t get nearly as gushy and fangirl-esque with this one as I did with its predecessor. In fact, the characters and the storyline enthralled me so not at all, that I gave it a 2/5. One thing I did like was Lola’s style. Flamboyant. Daring. Fierce. But if I were starting this series out, I wouldn’t go pass Anna.
2/5 polka dots.
Book 13: The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
I was confused from beginning to end. I never was a big fan of philosophy so I presume that is mainly why I did not enjoy this book as much as some of my more philosophically-minded comrades. I very much enjoyed the glimpses of history about the Czech Republic and the politics of the time of WWII and the Cold War. I also did love Kundera’s piece on everything happening only once, and therefore it changes the weight of lives. The chapters in which Kundera simply delves into ideas, concepts and philosophical anecdotes were fantastic. The thoughts were laid out as they were. However, when he used the characters to illustrate some grand philosophical concept, I was lost. All that infidelity, the blind and foolish (to me) love, etc. did not appeal to me. I never did like a cheater, and I could never sympathize with one, so I had little compassion for the characters which stained the quality of my enjoyment.
That’s all for now.