Lydia is the most favorite child. She has her mother eyes that makes her stand out among her siblings. Has many great friends, put a smile on his father’s face when he saw her talking to them on the telephone. Smart and has high enthusiasm on science, her mother cheerfully helped her to learn more. Lydia is far from being lonely and excluded, yet there are so many things she never told to anyone.
Lydia is Dead. But nobody knows it yet.
Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ngs
Those who haven’t read the synopsis as me might feel sorry for the tragedy happened in 1977 to this sixteen-year old girl. She is stranger to us yet death is universal and more often than not, familiar.
Mr. Cheong lives an unremarkable life: applied a college which he knew he would be approved in, got a conventional job, then married an indefferent woman named Yeong-hye. He believes that marrying her is a perfect decision. The only unusual thing about her is only that she doesn’t like wearing bra no matter where and what occasion. Apart from it, years of their marriage seemed just like what he thought: predictable—if not mediocre—as he always expects.
Until one day, his wife decided to stop eating meat right after having a bad dream. It’s really odd, because she and her family are really good at serving meaty South Korean dishes and it is one of the things that comes out of his mind while thinking about his family-in-law. How eloquent his wife’s and sister-in-law hands while cutting meats. That one bad dream leads to series of bloody nightmares which in turn distance her both to the world and her sense of self.
To fall in love with the title and the cover of this novel is easy. Those two match together unfortunately not with what they try to deliver. It’s far from easy to love the story they bring. I’m glad that I didn’t bought its paperback despite high rating it has. The cover should be a white man standing in front so he would seemed bigger, while there were people at his back and please make them blurry.
An eleven-year old Jule is the youngest of Moreau family. He has Liz; an outgoing eldest sister, and Marty; a rigid and smart older brother. From Jules’ point of view we will know all of the characters and their background stories. He was an outgoing boy until the suddent death not only took his parents, but also his upbringing and his relationship with his remained family off.
In the age of distractions always in hand (quite literally), our minds became the victim. Thousand of things demand our attention in the matter of second. In the end, we lose attentions for things that really matter to us.
This book by Cal Newport explains about how to maximize our own productivity, happiness, and anything that makes as human regarding to the use of technology
One of the most beautiful book I have ever read. This book teaches us to contemplate on animal around us: from them we can learn how they tackle the problems we have. That each of us, whoever we are, including a whale, an orangutan or a squirrel, and absolutely, you, will find a way to solve the problems we have then move on, living our beautiful lives.
A middle-aged web designer named Scott lives in a small-town where words spread rapidly. That’s why he only tells his friend, Doctor Bob about strange phenomenon that happened to him. He’s losing weights although his looks stays the same. It doesn’t matter what cloths he wears or how heavy the things he bring to weight scale, his weight doesn’t change. Eat so many meals doesn’t help either. Only makes his beer belly fatter. Get more weird, his weight is steadily decreases.
Here, I’m easily connected with Minke. Not because like him, I’m also (at least have some) Javanese’s blood running through my veins, but because his love of writing, of observing, and by observing I don’t mean as a “I can’t participate because I’m an observer” fucking nonsense. Minke is a person I can get easily comfortable to speak my own chores, and listen to what he really thinks.
Because at his own complexities I know I find familiarity. Thank you for teaching me about inner justice, Minke, thanks also for your french friend for saying it. I love writing and reading and they feel as warm as my blanket. They are my inner childs and now I let them at play far, far away from what I thought as myself.