Thursday, April 30, 2009

Choose Me by Evelyn Lau

The second collection of short stories I've read recently, and I found this one to be much more enjoyable. I don't have bad things to say about the other collection (Rock Springs), but this one grabbed me a whole lot more. From the first story to the last, Lau had me engrossed; her story-telling abilities outshine many other authors. She expresses so much emotion and sets such a detailed scene in so few words. Remarkable.

Choose Me on BookCrossing.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

you deserved so much

He wandered into the kitchen and Becky opened the sliding doors to the deck which circled the building. It was a pleasant day made beautiful by the height and panoramic view. The clouds in the blue sky were faintly pink-cast. The city below was mountain and architecture, forest and ocean. She wondered what it would be like to live like this. To feel you deserved so much in life. Would there be any room left for fear?
-- "Blue Skies" in Choose Me by Evelyn Lau

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

like copious tears

She pictured him writing on a notepad propped on the meal tray, his elbow occasionally bumping the passenger seated next to him, one hand steadying his plastic cup of ice water when the plane encountered a patch of turbulence so it would not spill, like copious tears, onto his letter.
-- "Suburbia" in Choose Me by Evelyn Lau

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Rock Springs by Richard Ford

A good collection of stories, but I would've liked more variety of setting and pace. Huh, I just realized that with a collection entitled Rock Springs, I shouldn't be expecting the setting to change much. Good stories with good thoughts. The first few stories absorbed me the most, and "Communist" was a good closer.

Rock Springs on BookCrossing.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

lose the reasons for it

Though he had begun to wonder, after a certain period of not working, if you couldn't simply forget how to work, forget the particulars, lose the reasons for it. And once that happened, it could become possible never to hold another job as long as you lived. To become a statistic: the chronically unemployed. The thought worried him.
-- "Fireworks" in Rock Springs by Richard Ford