The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
Poignant. That is the word that probably best sums up how I felt when I finally finished Kazuo Ishiguro’s “The Remains of the Day“.
Poignant. That is the word that probably best sums up how I felt when I finally finished Kazuo Ishiguro’s “The Remains of the Day“.
Crazy rich asians. Just the title was enough to make me laugh. How could I not pick this book up?? Plus, I’ve been seeing recommendations for this book everywhere, and I was looking for something light and funny to read. So I got this book, not really knowing what to
Recently I went to the Popular Book Fair, and I came home with more books for Amy than for myself (what’s new). It was my first time going to such a fair though. If you’ve never been, let me just tell you that the sheer amount of books available can make
The Reb had lived a few days beyond his massive stroke, in a peaceful coma, long enough for his wife, children and grandchildren to get there and whisper their good-byes. I had done the same, touching his thick white hair, hugging my face to his, promising he would not die