Colors of the Mountain is a satisfying read. Though I probably never would have read it had it not been for my Nonwestern Literature class, I am glad I did, and found it pretty relatable. It’s a good read, easy to get into and makes you want to finish. Da Chen’s memoir tells his story of growi...
My classmates stared at me as though I were a dinosaur. Most of them hated me because I was arrogant, pompous, and too much of an artistic star. In elementary school, they would have gotten together and beat me up, but times had changed. I was the big guy, sitting in the backseat, angry, ignorant...
Behind the drapery was my pubescent mate leaning on her side of the cushioned seat, powdered and coiffed, dressed in the hunting attire of safari pants and knee-high boots. Her eyes were downcast, staring at her own knees, with a pink blush that even her white powder could ill cover. “What took y...