Wow. Let me ask your forgiveness, I know I am lazzy. God, I have no idea where the hell I went for a whole month.
It’s the end of the end of march. And tomorrow is the beginning of april. Do you celebrate april mop? If u ask me, I will say I don’t. Why? Because I joke and I can lie everytime I want.hahaha. But, trust me, I am not too enough to be called a liar.
Anyway, in this whole week, I neglect all my stuff. Haha. I am bussy to read The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. I have known this book since many years ago, but I just started to read this book lately. Really, it amazes me so much. Each lines, each words.
This is my one my favorite lines:
“The loss of Sophie Mol stepped softly around the Ayemenem House like a quiet thing in socks. It hid in books and food. In Mamachi’s violin case. In the scabs of the sores on Chako’s shins that he constantly worried. In his slack, womanish legs.”
“The loss of Sophie Mol stepped softly around the Ayemenem House like a quiet thing in socks. It hid in books and food. In Mamachi’s violin case. In the scabs of the sores on Chako’s shins that he constantly worried. In his slack, womanish legs.”
Just one I can say to you, read it.
(may be, after this I will try to read the books those really related to my major (: )
