Como agua para chocolate...
Mood:  spacey
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)
Finally I got my hands on what might be one of the last three copies of the book in the whole of KL. Like Water for Chocolate, by Laura Esquivel. After I already got her the Calvin & Hobbes "There's Something drooling under the Bed", this should add up to the drooling, as the central theme of the book is food. Anyone who hasn't seen the movie so far, go for it, and otherwise the book would be a good option.

While looking for it, of course, it turned out to be a dangerous mission. In every book shop I visited, books kept sticking on to my hand as if they were covered with glue. Before I knew it there were one - two - three - four books in my bag already. Kiran Desai, of whom I already read Hullabaloo, some other Indian chap, a cooking book which I probably won't use in the next 2 years (but just in case fate gets me outside Asia and I need to cook all those things myself again) and Amy Tan, well, need I say more ? Almost I ended up with the latest of Salman Rushdie (I love his style), but I managed to restrain myself in the last moment thinking of the-still-to-be-read-pile back home (the German version of The Devil wears Prada and another novel by Paul Theroux). I know that in reality I won't be able to finish even 2 of those in the next 2 years to come, unless I get jobless, thrown out of training, decide to call it quits and set out on a world journey or even all three of the above.

Melancholic feeling suddenly bestowes upon me as I think about the small book pile I used to have on my coffee table back home in my own house, and another small pile on the pretty antique commode next to my own Ikea bed. Sometimes it's difficult, living in a box, even when your box is an established room...