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208 pages, Hardcover
First published June 20, 2011
Books were everything to me—a grandmother who told me stories all night long, a teacher who imparted all the knowledge in the world, a friend who shared their secrets and problems.
Sometimes in life, the answer we search for so avidly reveals itself elsewhere, and the question we ask is born from a context that has nothing to do with the answer.
Maybe that was why people had children. To relive the life they don’t remember.
“That’s what happens when you’re young. Your heart races over nothing special and you’re devastated over nothing special.”
This morning I was reading a science magazine. It said that a person would explode in space because inner forces are more powerful than the outer ones. I wanted to tell you that. That we might all be stronger than the outer forces.
"I believe that larger miracles exists in the ordinary, in the living of an ordinary life and dying at an ordinary age. To me the miracles are my parents, my aunts and uncles, our next-door neighbours, the middle of summer and the middle of winter.
I'm no miracle."
"The sound made me want to retreat but also made me want to dance, dance to my mom's heartbeat laid over mine. Boom thump thump. Boom thump thump. Boom thump. Boom Thump. My Mom's boom set the tone while my thump hit the offbeat."
"My organs sprouted and expanded, my liver swelling and my kidneys ripening. My bones formed. I grew rapidly. In my dreams I met my mom's dreams for rambling conversations."
"Books were everything to me - a grandmother who told me stories all night long, a teacher who imparted all the knowledge in the world, a friend who shared their secrets and problems."
"Areum, what makes you want to live?
"Its everything and anything. Everything I see and hear around me is brilliant, and gets me fired up."
Nhưng tôi thì luôn tin rằng kỳ tích tồn tại trong những điều bình thường nhất. Với tôi, sống một cuộc đời bình dị rồi chết đi vào cái độ tuổi thông thường như bao nhiêu người khác, đó mới là kỳ tích. Trong mắt tôi, kỳ tích là bố và mẹ, hai người đang ở trước tôi đây. Kỳ tích cũng có ở bác trai và bác gái bên ngoại. Ở cả hai bác hàng xóm nữa. Kỳ tích cũng hiện diện chính trong mùa hè và mùa đông. Riêng tôi không phải là kỳ tích.