good thing my mom has a lenient library return policy. i 'borrowed' this book from her after she'd borrowed it from the Wilton library while I was home and had to mail it back..
The space between us is a moving novel about two Indian women: one a servant, the other an upper class widow. Their relationship is complicated, but their lives mirror each others'. I felt sympathy, real sadness, reading this book. I don't know why I choose to bring up deep down sad bianca by reading more sad literature.
So now I want to go to India. I have always wanted to go to India. I find myself having a much more severe desire to travel while I do boring things like apply to graduate school. I feel like all the decisions I'm making right now are so....FINAL. like I can never go back. and if I'm really going to be a PA then I can never create anything new. and painting and letterpress will be hobbies unrealized.... it is frustrating but going in the right direction? luckily i'm still a part-time waitress to keep my bohemian flexibility...ha
and pay the electric bill
is it weird that the slumdog millionaire soundtrack was playing in my head while i read the suspensful parts of this book?
i can't help it.
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