Not entirely reading related, but what a whimsical idea! Wedding couple gets guests to choose which table they sit at based on their type of book. Not sure if it’d work in Singapore, diet restrictions and all, but more so, since Singaporeans don’t really read 
Would you do this at your wedding though? (I think, I might get so bored I’d just read the book through the wedding dinner!)
My reading list has been dwindling for a while and I’ve been getting by on recommended books, some of which are really not worth recommending. Thankfully I came across this! So now I have enough books to choose from to get me by for the next few months.
I’m going on a kelong stay from Monday – Wednesday and I intend to do nothing but fulfil my need for time out by doing what I love best – sleeping and reading!
Still reading Dud Avocado. Its not really easy reading and I’ve been kinda busy too so I’ll just write about My Stroke of Insight.
When I came across the book while browsing borders I was immediately intrigued – neuroanatomist who gets a stroke, survives and lives to write about it? How cool is that?! Having come from an industry where we see people who suffer from strokes and remain comatose forever, I thought that’d be something worth reading.
Turns out the first few chapters of the book, apart from a brief introduction to the author & her work, included a brief introduction to neuroanatomy, all of which I had long returned to my physiology lecturer. Yawwwwn. Yada yada yada. Skip skip skip.
Then came the more relevant part – the experience of having the stroke. Who knew that having a stroke turned you all woozy and made you want to sleep a lot? Wait – that sounds like me going to work on not enough sleep and then trying to make up for the sleep debt. Ok, jokes aside, it told me a lot about addressing stroke patients, the frustrating process of relearning number concepts, words, and comprehending. Writing a book was quite a mean feat. Physical rehabilitation was just the tip of the ice berg. Quality of life came much, much later.
I admire her tenacity (comparing to some stroke patients I’d seen in my time) and her mother’s patience (compared to some mothers who’d wring their hands in despair). But then towards the end of the book she starts yabbering about how the stroke made her feel more fluid and insightful of her being. And it goes on for chapters and chapters for end.
So that’s how the bit of insight ended up easy reading – skipping a few chapters at a time.
Farm City
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
Boy in Striped Pajamas
The Pickwick Papers
Dialogues & Letters
My Stroke of Insight
Dud Avocado
Fried Green Tomatoes at Whistlestop Cafe
Julie & Julia
My Life in France
The Elegance of the Hedgehog
The Glass Castle
