15th
So I just finished reading The Namesake, a little less than under a day after I started reading it. It was actually kind of depressing, but interestingly written. The saddest parts of the story were written kind of casually, as if the author was just explaining how someone had made tea and then read a book before going to bed. But then it’d jump to going into details and dialogue of the event, and then just passing it by as if it wasn’t that important. Clearly, being me, a lot of the parts made me cry, only because it was things I could relate to happening in my life. The foreignness of not feeling at home anywhere, having an extended family who wasn’t all blood or marriage related, and after trying to hard to reject everything, going back to it because it’s so comforting. I’ve only slightly come to doing the latter, but it’s getting there. Being away from home for so long makes you happy to have a different culture to come back to. I really want to go see the movie now, especially since Kal Penn plays the main character.