This morning started out perfect. Really, perfect. Hugged and kissed the kids goodbye, thankful for the NBA playoffs – the partner’s dose – with Rockets vs. I-don’-care-who-since-Jordan-retired; drove to the library, set-up the table, and waited blissfully (inside, waited blissfully inside. Bookworms don’t show nerdy bliss on their faces until another bookworm shows up) for others to show up.
In total, five of us showed and it was just a nice group at the table which had chairs for eight.
B was the first to arrive (after yours truly), and since it was her first time at our new library, she placed her book and her bag at the table and went sight-seeing before settling down to read. She owns “Daughter of Smoke and Bone” here.
M came later, it was probably her third time at the new library. She didn’t bring a book and decided to use this meet-up to borrow some books instead. “The English Monster” and “The Blind Assassin” were her loot of the day.
W came next, she reads on her mobile. She loves literature (it’s my first time meeting her too!) and that’s all I know! It didn’t occur to me to ask her about her current read!
E came last (also my first time meeting her). She, too, decided to use this meet-up to borrow some books from the library. She chose “Dark City” by Xeus.
As for me? I’m still trying to finish my physical book – Hiroshima. Had we stayed there for another hour, I’d have finished it! I even took a break by standing and reading facing a pillar, which had mini wall-mounted tables – again, perfect. I am hoping to QUIT my Kindle for a while and focus on this read tonight, or tomorrow night… I’m horrible.
The Girls Who Went Away: The Hidden History of Women Who Surrendered Children for Adoption in the Decades before Roe v Wade by Ann Fessler
This is one of the books that should be made compulsory reading for anyone who’s able to procreate.
I am at chapter 4, and naively hoping to come across interview subjects from the opposite gender. I know it’s likely impossible, but it would be nice to hear from them. How they felt after their girlfriend were disappeared, what they took and carried with them to the Marine Corps – and some, the Vietnam War – after their families told them they are never to marry the girl they impregnated and love, how they felt all these decades knowing they have a daughter or a son out there.
But I know it’s not gonna happen. I’ll make do with the women’s testimonials. It’s tragic enough.
Worst part of the book? I think it’s about the Chinese girl trying not to get bullied and hence chose to hate on blacks so that she could “be” left alone by the whites – by hating on the blacks. It’s disgusting, having to publicly express hatred toward another race in order to survive in a f*cking school. A f*cking school. Only in America? Don’t think so. I didn’t go to school with kids from other races until my teens. Even then, they were considered ‘exotic’ because there were so few of them. We actually wanted to make friends with them, because their culture is different, intriguing, something we don’t get to experience probably because our country’s school system is so segregated it’s f*cking ridiculous.
Before reading this book, I never had to have an opinion about their way of life, their culture. After all, I live in Asia. There are no Gypsies here. While I’m aware of how certain people hate them (why, what for), I never dug deeper beyond the stereotypical “all Gypsies are thieves and uncouth” line. I did have first-hand conversations with Europeans (friends, ex-colleagues) about the Romany people, but they weren’t white supremacists so there weren’t much to hate on beyond those lines. So I’ve finished the book – Still no opinion. It’s their way of life. To the normal society, they are in dire need to change or “be changed” (i.e. continue to be discriminated against until their culture vanishes altogether). It’s sad, it’s tragic. It’s no different than oppressed little girls forced to go through FGM or marry old men at the tender age of 5.
I know I take too long to finish a real book. But who’s keeping score but yourself? Just keep reading.
In other books, I’m 80% through with Mercury. I accidentally stumbled on a one star review, which had fellow one star reviews posting as ‘replies‘, on Goodreads. The women all agreed it was trash.
Well, the author has more than 20+ years as a journalist for a national newspaper. And actually spent real time with Freddie Mercury. If the book is trash – then the person who’s reading it must be trash if not trashier. Because all they see is trash.
p.s. See image below. Ladies, if you think you can write a better book, by all means, go ahead. Just make sure you never publish it. Because it 👏 is 👏 gon 👏 na 👏 suck.