I read a book

I know. Terrifying.

It was an old book, from 1995, written by an author that I was introduced to from high school. It was called "The Hundred Secret Senses" by Amy Tan. I read her previous work, "The Joy Luck Club," for English class. I later found "The Bonesetter's Daughter," and read that too.

I can't quite say why Amy Tan's work interests me, though I'm almost sure it has to do with her portrayal of eastern traditions and rules.

I also can't even begin to express how...strange it is to finish a novel in two days (though it was only ~350 pages, with relatively large print). It's quite nice to just throw in a CD into the disc player, turn up the stereo, and read, though problems arise when you realize you don't have a lot of CDs (need...music...).

I will likely be participating in National Novel Writing Month this year. I don't have a story, or characters, or anything. I do have a theme though. Now all I need is a beginning, middle, and end.