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Okay, I think everyone misunderstood my last post.

1. I am not OMG gone. I am limiting my net time to about an hour per day.

2. I am not on the brink of starvation. This has way more to do with my own horrible procratination and time-wasting than with money, though the money saved is a bonus.

(no subject)

Okay, I think everyone misunderstood my last post.

1. I am not OMG gone. I am limiting my net time to about an hour per day.

2. I am not on the brink of starvation. This has way more to do with my own horrible procratination and time-wasting than with money, though the money saved is a bonus.

The Dream of Water, by Kyoko Mori

A memoir about Japanese-American author Mori’s visit to her hometown of Kobe and other parts of Japan many years after her family was shattered by her mother’s suicide. Mori spends time with her dysfunctional family, tries to understand her long-dead mother, and grapples with her own cultural identity.

Well-written and thoughtful, but also a bit emotionally distant and with little variety of tone. I wasn’t bowled over, but my taste tends more toward brightly colored passions and humor than to delicate understatement. If you are more inclined to the latter, you would probably like it more. It did get rave reviews.

The Dream of Water