Am almost half way through "Saving fish from drowning" by Amy Tan. Its a curiously engaging book. I think am going to enjoy it. I remember watching the Joy Luck Club a few years back and really liking it. As a rule, visceral realistic stories, vex me. They make me feel uncomfortable and wretched. Powerful stories have given me a few sleepless nights. I find it impossible to understand how anybody can enjoy and appreciate them. Sure, they can be fascinating- like watching a deadly venomous snake or a roadkill, But to purpotedly relish those sort of books is beyond me. I prefer genteel stories. No wonder I still love Jane Austen.
Weather is warmer though there have been cloudy and rainy spells. I have been feeling a lot more optimistic. My friend won a hard-earned promotion and she had come over yesterday with jalebis. She is a person who has rediscovered her faith. In fact, I used to feel a little worried about losing her to her prayer meetings. But, I now see I was being infantile. This is exactly what she needs in her life now.
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