Crazy Rich Asians




For a few months, a story captured my imagination. Two young transcontinental lovers not more than 22, burying a deceased mother on their own during a hot Singapore summer. All the ingredients for a lifelong mind fuck. The boy’s favorite book As I Lay Dying. It should be a crime to be so obvious. The girl ends up of leaving him (the boy that was crazy about her and helped bury her mother) for an Cambridge guy, those charismatic English. Boy ends up praying to St Jude, the patron saint of desperate and lost causes. I just happened to be in Paris to hear about this story. I could feel the pain just by sitting next to him and 5 years had already gone by. The boy loved deeply. I wondered whoever fell in love with this boy, would she have to love this girl too? It was essentially who he was after college. I think he was someone else before.

I never want to be with someone who loves lightly.

Curious, I tried reading As I Lay Dying. Genius written in poetry is nothing compared to genius spoken through a bunch of uneducated idiots. It’s almost incomprehensible.

Wanting to know more about Singapore, I found a happy outlet in Kevin Kwan’s Crazy Rich Asians. Now this was a fun book!

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