I've initiated the art of flash reading.
The Art of Flash Reading
Superfan
...Why did I follow her meekly all the way to Thailand? Why did I allow myself to be dragged here in the first place? As we walked along the dirty sidewalk, I pondered these questions, and unwillingly admitted the answer—because she is my mom. In Chinese culture, filial piety is the prime virtue; as a daughter, I owe my mother unwavering respect, gratitude, and obedience. Resistance would have brought harsh criticism from all sides of the family: “Your mom works so hard for you, and she just wants you to go to a concert with her. You are a person without gratitude…” I wanted to scream, “I don’t want to go!”
Wicked Games
You hear the earth calling from under you and the chewing sound as it turns.
Email on my cat
...since the better weather of summer my cat spends almost all her time, night and day, outdoors.
Email to a Friend
Dear High Badass,
Sleuthing
We exchange our stories. We tell each other what works well and what works less well. We make suggestions. We, like Sherlock himself, are sleuths. We look at the world. We see it for what it is. We explain it to others. Write what you know, they say. To know you have to experience. And there is so much to experience here in London.