- The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger.
- Moby Dick by Herman Melville
Books I'm Reading
The title sums it up...
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
April 2011
Book 18 - A Thousand Splendid Suns
However. The process. The hours I spent while I was reading it. That experience was a different story altogether. It wasn't a fun, light book to read when all you want to do is to relax, had a good laugh, and forgot what it's all about ten minutes after you finished reading. It wasn't a book to read when you want to escape the boring 9-5 daily routines. And God knows I had never thought my love for reading as a sophisticated hobby or to gain some knowledge. I'd watch news and prefer to watch the Daily show for that. I read to have fun. I read to relax. I read for the chance to escape reality, to briefly visit a fantasy world where there's happy ending, where the underdog won, where the bookish girl got it all in the end. There's a reason why I kept reading and loving Julia Quinn's romance books after all. And for all of those reasons above, this book was NOT a good choice.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Book 17 - The Life and Times of The Thunderbolt Kid
I was first introduced to Bill Bryson's writings about eight years ago, when my then-boss lend me his "Notes from A Small Island". I didn't like it then, not because it's bad, rather because it wasn't quite what I expected and I had never read anything like it. I didn't even get to the first chapter to be honest.
But then I ran out of things to read and money to buy books, and free book was just too hard to pass, so I started leafing through it and the second time, I got it. The book was hillarious, entertaining, and in an unexpected way, informative.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Book 16 - Watcher in the Woods
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Book 15 - Daughter of Joy
Daughter of joy is a Christian fiction romance set in the 19th century. Abigail Stanton lost her husband and son within two years, and she needed some time to step back and to have a more private space to grief. But this happened in the late 1800s, so she couldn’t just get a ticket to Italy like Elizabeth Gilbert did. What’s a widow to do in that time? Applying for a housekeeper position in a working ranch in different town of course.
In Culdee Creek, she met a thirty five years old Conor MacKay, father of two. His wife deserted him more than a decade ago and he fathered a daughter from a Native American woman whom he cared deeply for but never married to. She died and his son ran away after first robbed him blind. So yeah, he had all requirements for tormented heroes in a romance novel. Bitter, angry, distrust for others, and don’t get him started on the subject of love and God.
Daughter of Joy was a bittersweet story about loved ones lost, betrayal, and ultimately, faith in God. At times I thought the author tormented the characters more than necessary, especially the heroine, by placing her in a very precarious situation and demanding almost the impossible from her.
But then I remembered in the Author’s note that she wrote this book after losing her youngest son so unexpectedly, and how she had drawn from her own personal experience of grief and lost in describing what the heroine went through. I often got a sense that sometimes the feelings poured out in writing is that of the author’s, and the grief was still so raw.
For me as a reader, the level of faith told in this book is theoretically wonderful, but in reality I know that I still have a long way to go to get there.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
March 2011
- Dreams from My Father - Barack Obama
- Faith of My Fathers: A Family Memoir - John McCain
- A Thousand Splendid Suns - Khaled Hosseini
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Book 14 - Unbroken
Normally (at least in my country) when people are in their late twenties, they would have graduated from university with a bachelor or master degree, married, probably have a child or two, have a career or running their own business to pay the mortgage on the house and cars they have.
When Louis Zamperini was in his late twenties, he had quitted college, unemployed, had failed investments, and spent most night drinking to oblivion. But that’s not all who he was.
Before he reached my age, he had also raced in Olympic game, had his picture taken in Germany with Hitler by none other than Goebbels, stole a nazi flag, went to war, was one of only two people who survived a plane crash, stranded at sea for 46 days and to survive he had eaten raw birds, raw fish, and battle sharks with oar and fists – yes, you read it correctly, fists. He had been a POW in Japan and was eventually transferred to the most brutal prisons and endured the most unimaginable hardship. He survived the war, and came home two years after he was declared dead.
Unbroken is a story of survival; Most of the 400 pages of the book described in harrowing details Zamperini’s experience as a Prisoner of War in the Pacific where more than 37% of the American prisoners held by Japan died, “By comparison, only 1% of Americans held by the Nazis and the Italians died” (315)
But it was the last few chapters of this book that affected me in a very unexpected way.
After returning from war as a hero, Zamperini suffered from severe case of PTSD, or battle fatigue as it was known then. He became so bitter and enraged with God, convinced that the Almighty had been playing with his life. When he was emotionally at his lowest point in his post-war life, his wife dragged him to attend a sermon by Billy Graham.
It was then that realization dawned.
{page 375}
“ Louis found himself thinking of the moment at which he had woken in the sinking hull of Green Hornet, the wires that had trapped him a moment earlier now, inexplicably, gone. And he remembered the Japanese bomber swooping over the rafts, riddling them with bullets, and yet not a single bullet had struck him, Phil, or Mac. He had fallen into unbearably cruel worlds, and yet he had borne them….
What God asks of men, said Graham, is faith. His invisibility is the truest test of faith…A memory long beaten back, the memory from which he had run the evening before, was upon him…Louis was on the raft…the cunning bodies of the sharks, waiting, circling. He was a body on a raft, dying of thirst. He felt words whisper from his swollen lips. It was a promise thrown at heaven, a promise he had not kept, a promise he had allowed himself to forget until this just instant: If you will save me, I will serve you forever.”
In the most unexpected ending I’ve ever read, Louis Zamperini found peace in God and through Him, he was able to overcome his nightmares, to defeat his personal demon, and to forgive his tormentor.
I certainly did not expect it, but Unbroken may be the best Christian literature I’ve ever read, even if it’s not meant to be one.