After reading the summary, I expected a dark and twisted love story full of sex and sad moments. But "Peach Blossom Pavillion" is a surprisingly postive novel with few truly sad moments. And explicit sex was nowhere to be found either.The author's style definitely takes getting used to. It's extr...
The writing killed this story. The 'prose' extremely clunky with such a disjointed feeling. The language switches in such extremes - from sickeningly sweet misplaced poetic attempts, to extremely coarse language utterly out of place. The narrative introduced scenarios completely implausible, alm...
I gave this book 3 stars because I was compelled to finish it. I took one away for the gratuitous and unimaginative sex scenes and another because I could not picture the story (characters and scenery) in my mind.If the author had used her extra words on bringing the settings to life instead of ...
Neither of us said anything for a while. Finally, I asked, “Sister Purple, when do you plan to leave?” “Before Aunty comes back with Little Doll. We need to pack soon.” Suddenly I thought of another important question. “What about the embroidery; after we leave, who’s going to finish it?” “Don’t ...
I decided to visit the village first. Perhaps the villagers could tell me something useful about the lake, or maybe even about Isabelle. Before I set off on my “past-life” journey, I bought food that I could give as gifts to the villagers: candy, tea, coffee, canned fish, dried sausage, even some...
I only hoped that his honor did not end up costing him his life. But there was little I could do if he was determined to persist in his vain hope of ending corruption. I’d hoped he could be my protector, but ironically, his situation now seemed even more dangerous than mine. A few weeks later, wh...
After that, I bid farewell to all the nuns and took a taxi back to the city.A few hours later, I arrived at the Chengdu Golden Cow hotel. Although the pillars and moldings were all painted gold to match its title, the hotel was an eyesore. Loud and cigarette-dangling-from-lips men were talking wi...
The more days we spent together, the more I agonized over whether I should tell him why I was traveling alone on the Silk Road. Would he start to covet my inheritance and stop loving me for who I was? I didn’t have the slightest impression that greed could be inside his brainy head or hidden behi...
The robbery had been my doing. The muscular man who’d attacked us was none other than Gao. At first, when I’d asked him to do it, he’d adamantly refused. Not that he was breaking his promise to do anything for me but because he couldn’t bear to see me threatened, even though it would be fake. How...