So upsetting to realize it's been 3 months since I finished my last book.
I did start a few others that I got from the library, but none of them captured me like the first 5.
Also, I started watching TV again and that is always a horrible deterrent for reading.
Additionally, Mateo dropped his early morning nap. So instead of two breaks I only get one a day. I prefer it, naps no longer RULE my life. But at the same time, one break is not always enough for how tired I get and I end up watching TV eating chocolate most of the time.
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I picked this book up at an Estate Sale, around January or February. I remembered Lorelai Gilmore saying something like, "I'm not a lady at the Joy Luck Club," or "This isn't the Joy Luck Club," and so I wanted to read it. Isn't it cool how little things can motivate our life choices?
I ended up really enjoying it- even though it took me a month to read it. It became my pre-bed ritual to read 10-15 pages of it as I waited for Joe to finish packing up his lunch or take his shower or do his pushups/squats/crunches combination.
For very superficial reasons, it reminded me of reading Ties that Bind Ties, Ties that Break back in middle school. (Was it 7th or 8th? How sad. I remember distinctly thinking how sad it was when my mom would say, "I did so and so in 5th or 6th grade," and I would promise myself I would not mix my years together. But now, when did I read that book?)
The superficial reasons: it talks about China, about arranged marriage, about girls and women treated as objects.
But for those same reasons, it intrigued me so I'll keep the superficial reasons and keep on trecking. It always shocks me how different and similar life in China was and is... I definitely want to read more on women in China.
Anyway, I'll get to the book itself:
It's about a girl whose mom has died. She goes to her mom's "Joy Luck Club," a club of old Chinese friends who play MahJong together. She wants to know more about her mom's life, and so we learn about it. We also learn about all the ladies' lives, and their daughters' lives.
It's really neat. Every chapter is a different woman's life. You first see the daughters talk about their (pretty sad) American lives and they complain about their relationship with their (very Chinese in their eyes) mothers.
And you also get a glimpse into their mothers' pasts...
VERY confusing, especially if you happen to miss the explanation in the page after the cover page but before the first chapter -_-.
It makes me think a lot about blaming people for their choices, for their mistakes, for their personalities. I was talking about this to a degree with my sisters but we didn't get too deep into it. How much should we understand, and forgive, a persons's mistakes? To what extent should we do the same after we know their story? How much can we blame our (lack of) knowledge on our inability to forgive or to understand?
I hope I can read more this month, especially since Joe's getting out for summer break in a week and I'm getting a good rhythm. AND all the series will go on break.
Pages: 288
Total Count: 1722
I did start a few others that I got from the library, but none of them captured me like the first 5.Also, I started watching TV again and that is always a horrible deterrent for reading.
Additionally, Mateo dropped his early morning nap. So instead of two breaks I only get one a day. I prefer it, naps no longer RULE my life. But at the same time, one break is not always enough for how tired I get and I end up watching TV eating chocolate most of the time.
---
I picked this book up at an Estate Sale, around January or February. I remembered Lorelai Gilmore saying something like, "I'm not a lady at the Joy Luck Club," or "This isn't the Joy Luck Club," and so I wanted to read it. Isn't it cool how little things can motivate our life choices?
I ended up really enjoying it- even though it took me a month to read it. It became my pre-bed ritual to read 10-15 pages of it as I waited for Joe to finish packing up his lunch or take his shower or do his pushups/squats/crunches combination.
For very superficial reasons, it reminded me of reading Ties that Bind Ties, Ties that Break back in middle school. (Was it 7th or 8th? How sad. I remember distinctly thinking how sad it was when my mom would say, "I did so and so in 5th or 6th grade," and I would promise myself I would not mix my years together. But now, when did I read that book?)
The superficial reasons: it talks about China, about arranged marriage, about girls and women treated as objects.
But for those same reasons, it intrigued me so I'll keep the superficial reasons and keep on trecking. It always shocks me how different and similar life in China was and is... I definitely want to read more on women in China.
Anyway, I'll get to the book itself:
It's about a girl whose mom has died. She goes to her mom's "Joy Luck Club," a club of old Chinese friends who play MahJong together. She wants to know more about her mom's life, and so we learn about it. We also learn about all the ladies' lives, and their daughters' lives.
It's really neat. Every chapter is a different woman's life. You first see the daughters talk about their (pretty sad) American lives and they complain about their relationship with their (very Chinese in their eyes) mothers.
And you also get a glimpse into their mothers' pasts...
VERY confusing, especially if you happen to miss the explanation in the page after the cover page but before the first chapter -_-.
It makes me think a lot about blaming people for their choices, for their mistakes, for their personalities. I was talking about this to a degree with my sisters but we didn't get too deep into it. How much should we understand, and forgive, a persons's mistakes? To what extent should we do the same after we know their story? How much can we blame our (lack of) knowledge on our inability to forgive or to understand?
I hope I can read more this month, especially since Joe's getting out for summer break in a week and I'm getting a good rhythm. AND all the series will go on break.
Pages: 288
Total Count: 1722
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