Our Christmas tree is still up. I wouldn't let Trey take it down when we got back from our Christmas travels because I didn't feel I had spent enough time with it. Now he's lost the motivation to do anything with it, and I'm beginning to wonder if it will ever come down. Eventually all the needles will.
I actually read an entire book over New Year's weekend. I was beginning to fear I'd never accomplish that feat again, so my success came just in time to prevent my despair. The book is Amy Tan's The Joy Luck Club. It's a story about mother-daughter relationships, tradition, respect, and lots of the personal identity questioning themes typical of postmodern fiction. The story is related through first-hand narratives: four Chinese women who have emmigrated to San Francisco and their daughters who have grown up in America. There is one narrative at the end told by the protagonist's (of sorts) father. It's the only account from a man's perspective.
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4 comments:
emigrated ... wait, is this a trap
isn't that right? since they are coming to san fran instead of from china? i might have been overthinking this one.
emigrated is going to, immigrated is coming to (see, doesnt that clear things up?)
..... but there is no emmigrated
Aurrrrghg!!! I'm a failure!!!
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