A Slice of Zion

I know this post is like majorly late, but I just wanted to tell you guys about my Fourth of July. Why? Because it was fun. That's why. The day started with a fun shopping trip with my mom. We went searching for things for my dorm room. (Move in is in a month!) Of course, I managed to pick out the most kiddish things like a stuffed unicorn. Yes, I am 18, going to college, and I bought a stuffed unicorn. Her name is Matilda and I love her. I also got a nice throw pillow, but the unicorn is the most important thing here. Yeah, yeah, I guess technically the unicorn has no practical application. Like, at least, you can rest on a throw pillow. I think Matilda offers more of a moral support component that is essential to survival in college. That's the story I'm going with. Anyway, after a very exciting shopping trip where I laid on a mattress pad on the floor of Bed, Bath, and Beyond (my mom told me to), I went over to Man-friend's house where I can't quite remember w...

The Art of Hearing Heartbeats  is a special book. I mean, it is  an international best seller, but that's not the only reason why this book is a diamond in your library. I honestly feel in classrooms 20 or 30 years from now this book will be a topic of discussion. At least, I hope very hard that it will make it that far. This novel has two stories going on. One is of Julia Win who travels to Burma to try and find out why her father disappeared from her life. The other is the tale of Tin Win, Julia's father, told by U Ba. Julia is shocked by the things U Ba tells her: her father used to blind, he had another lover named MiMi, and much more. While on one hand I wanted to be upset with Tin Win for just up and leaving his father in New York, his life story brought me to tears. A basic overview is that when he was born, he was born on a Friday in December. To his mother, this was a bad sign. After repeated "bad luck" such as the chickens dying, his superstitious moth...