Today

In the morning, I read a chapter or two of Tom Sawyer. The feeling gets so different now. For sure one will look for the message behind the stories as one grows older. But it seems that Mark Twain always claims that a good story doesn't need to have deeper meanings. The plot shouldn't defer to the central idea. It is funny to expand some tiny matter into a big chapter even it is unnecessary. And that constitutes the best writing usually. Well, of course I paraphrase or even change his meanings entirely above, but who cares?

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I'm still not recovered from the sickness, so I give myself a break. First, I went to Po Lam after more than a month. I don't miss the place, but to me, it will always be special, kind of. Buy some underwear there. Oh, why did I put down that?

And then have my lunch. That's all.

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Then I go to Festival Walk's Page One again. (You can imagine the strangeness of my path, UST -> Po Lam -> Kowloon Tong) I just love that store. The books may be expensive, but I don't care, as I will control myself. I spent a few good hours in front of the shelf tagged "Classics" and "English Language". I wanna buy a dictionary with thesaurus. Merriam-Webster one seems good enough. Let me buy it when the bookstore is on a sale (oh my, not sure how to say it).

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Travelling in the MTR, I have nothing else to read but Angela's Ashes. Well, I almost ignored the "obscene" or filthy stuff on first reading. I don't think it is that much a problem. The writer, Frank, just wrote frankly about it. The latter part of the book, when "he" grew older, such component become more and more frequent. Up to the last 2 pages, I think he wrote about "sex" out of necessity. He had to. But the last 2 pages, well, I ain't so sure. It is a poor stroke, a flaw, of this otherwise extremely touching and mesmerizing memoir.

I think he should leave it to the next book, 'Tis, the grown-up version of Angela's Ashes.

But after all, he could never predict that Angela's Ashes would be this wildly successful, and that it had others called for a sequel. It could well be his last chance to write about that scene. So, I'll take it.

Well he maybe a bit "salty", or in Eng, lecherous, but I hope that whoever trusts my recommendation will understand I didn't recommend the book because of his "saltiness".

I recommend it because of its ability to "bring one's bladder near the eye level".