It is soooo hawtt!
Self, remember what you were moaning about only yesterday? About how chilly it was inside the house?
Must you always need reminding: BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR ???
Kyi’s novella, Black Rice, arrived in the mail today. That was quick! Self only ordered it on Tuesday!
The voice packs a punch. The reader is immediately immersed in the narrator’s world, Burma during World War II:
. . . The bricks in the old temples are held together by stucco cement mixed from nothing but lime, sand and boiled sticky rice.
Yet this rice-based cement has held the temples together for hundreds of years. The monk and the nun fortune-tellers always say: My name fits my skin color. My skin color matches my name. That is necessary for good luck and survival. In our country these are necessities, like food and drink, like good health. No one proves that better than the Old Man, Bright Sun himself.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.