The reason I pick up this book is the name of it, which is so refreshing and almost soothing.
Xiaosi, the author, who lives in Hong Kong, recalled a lot of her good old days. The scenarios made me feel so looking back to my days spent in country C.
I feel quite nostalgic for the place where I picked up the first loads of confidence in these 20years. I have kind of realized how I was so connected to this city because the way I live in it was such a get-together. I could enjoy the time devoted to what I’d decided, not lingering or self-doubting. The reason behind it could be the culture in the city that no one is going to looking out for you, so long as you are not a psychopath. The town has no absolute correct mode of use; hence I feel like the reason I do everything is sound and justified, so wherever I’m careering, I’m carrying out at full speed. Being ridiculous is such cool a thing in the earth that some people may have never done before. (But the cultural diversity is limited because anything emerging from D country got roasted, that’s another issue I would not like to discuss it here) I couldn’t figure it out until just now. I may call it the power of freedom.
My thoughts had been flying to the moon, and I haven’t commented anything about this book. I would say it the studies behind the work were very literary, and so does the style of writing. The parts I didn’t thoroughly enjoy are the last 3 or 4 chapters, which seemed too professionally artistic for me as a literature idiot🥞 who just wanted to have some soothing vibes from this book.