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It’s a typical Houstonian experience. Run home by the torrential flooding on my way to work.
{Always SomeThings}
Reading books,Word Nerding, and taking names.
Archive for the tag “Fiction”
Quiz: Halloween Edition
Before you head out the door and do your best “will spook for sweets” routine, take a minute to take this quiz to determine if you’ve been honoring the Halloween spirit properly.
How much do you know about Halloween in fiction?
My spooky score after the jump
Do We All Write Alike?
I think I’ve officially become one of those out-of-the-loop people. It’s only natural that after college and almost a year of not interacting with a large group of young people, watching TV more than 3 days a week or being constantly on Facebook, I don’t know what’s going on with the “young” people.
It’s alright, though. I’ve discovered that the rest of the world is only a few days behind the cool kids.
Keep that in mind when I tell you about my “amazing” discovery: I Write Like.
Apparently it became a big trend online.
For those of you who already who heard of this feel free to roll your eyes long enough for me to explain it to the rest.
A Mother-loving Distress! (“Tardy for the Party” Edition)*
The Joy Luck Club
(*Late Post: Here’s a video to cheer you up!)
Ballantine Books, 1989
ISBN: 0-8041-0630-4
Pages: 332
Reading Time: 3 days
Deya’s Taglines:
~ You’re smothering me.
~ Mother knows west.
Cover: The cover of the book doesn’t really tell me much and evokes a lot of stereotypes I’d like to run the other way from. There are dragons slithering along the edge of the title whose cartoonish nature makes it hard to take them seriously. I think a nice dignified watercolor would have been better.
Movie: The Joy Luck Club
Year: 1993
Directed by: Wayne Wang
Produced by: Oliver Stone
Length: 139 min.
They brought you into this world and they can take you out.
I thought I’d read this book because I had taken a class on Mothers and Daughters a few years ago. Granted, the class was a German class, but I feel the Pandora’s box that is mother-daughter interaction is an international sort of thing. It’s archetypal, for example, to wish for a mute button when your mother criticizes your outfit or if you’re a mother, to medicate yourself/drink enough to stand your children’s whining**. Even the dear Maya Angelou who does not allow negative commentary in her home has something to say about her mother.
“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.”
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