On Saturday I used a nice little discount coupon and came home with a few new books. Later that day I brought them out to show Larry and for some reason asked him which one I should read first. To help him decide, I asked “Should I read about political prisoners and torture in Tehran (Prisoner of Tehran), mental illness in adolescence (I Never Promised You A Rose Garden) or life as a foreigner in modern China (Foreign Babes in Beijing)?”
Larry just stared at me and then kind of snorted.
“Oh. Do you wonder about me sometimes?” I asked, recognising the snort as his “I don’t know what to do with you” reaction.
He smiled and said “Well, no. I used to, but I don’t anymore.”
I took it as a compliment.
I vote for Foreign Babes in Beijing, as it was written by my freshman writing instructor. The irony is that she told us that memoirs are self-indulgent. All the while, she was writing her own memoir, but she has such an interesting story and an interesting way of telling it, so I wouldn’t fault her for that. Seriously, though, it sounds like this one would be the lightest of the options, so it also depends on what you’re in the mood for.
Just curious. . .were they out of “lustful novels”?