Screaming in Sweden

Oscar and the Lady in Pink
April 3, 2009, 12:51 pm
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here’s one little book written by a french author éric-emmanuel schmitt that i’ve read recently. and i just love it! it’s just so sweet and sad. but sweet kind of sad. it makes you laugh it makes you cry.

and it makes you wanna live your life as if it were the first time…



the best thing about this book is that it’s only 88 pages with lots of white spaces so it will only take like an hour or so if you read really slow like me.

the book is about oscar who is ten years old and he’s dying. he starts writing letters to god because his best friend named granny rose tells him to. 

he falls in love with a girl. peggy blue.


and wants to protect her from ghosts…

and i really shouldn’t say more.



a thousand splendid suns
February 20, 2009, 12:19 pm
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i read this book about a couple of months ago and i have been wanting to tell you about it.

this is absolutely one of my favourite books in the world. i did not want to finish reading it because i was afraid i would not find a better book. and you know me and my bookmarks. i only use my good bookmarks for the books i love. this one got a good bookmark.

a thousand splendid suns it’s called. by khaled hosseini. the kite runner is probably the most famous book people know of him. i have not read that yet, but will do that as soon as i finish this one which i am reading now.

the story took place in afghanistan.

two women met.

one was known as the revolutionary girl. laila.

the other was called a clumsy little harami by her own mother. harami means bastard in persian. mariam.

and they met at a place where most things are forbidden.

a book about two women who met and endured and loved and hated.

i think you would love this book. very much.

so read it if you haven’t already ;)


Book Mark Haddon tonight
July 17, 2008, 10:39 pm
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It is Thursday and it’s time to do books. *w*

I love books and it has been a while since I do books. And I will do Mark Haddon’s tonight. *W*

He is definitely one of my favourite authors nowadays. Him and Paulo.

I read these two books recently.

You must know the first one already – The curious incident of a dog in the night time – one of the best books in the whole wide world.

This is the kind of book that you want to read over and over again. The kind you want to fall asleep next to, the kind you would only use your best bookmark for.

The kind that keeps you awake.


The story was told by a boy suffering from Asperger’s Syndrome called Christopher Boone. He only knew a happy face and a sad face. Other faces didn’t make sense to him.

He was obsessed with certain things: he was unable to eat anything brown or yellow, different kinds of food touching one another, and so on… 

Strangely I find that comforting to know. How we are all obsessed with certain things.

Like upside-down glasses, towels not folded properly on the rack, wet spoons in food, and all those things not making any sense to anyone but ourselves.

Like Christopher, we scream… quite a bit.



The other one – A spot of bother – is just too good. I almost did not want to finish reading it. I kept myself away from the book for weeks before I read the last chapter.

(Book cried: Read me, read me! But I pretended I did not hear…)

This is the kind of book that makes you feel so awful thinking about that you couldn’t read it any longer because you are coming to the end of the story. Also the kind that you would only use your best bookmark for.

Not the kind that keeps you awake but the kind that leaves you wanting more.


It was about an old man named George who would have to kill himself. He began to lose his mind. At the same time, his daughter was getting married to a wrong guy, his wife was shagging his friend, his son was gay.

So George would have to be distracted and came up with a plan.

The book is funny, witty, tragic, dramatic, dull, pathetic, tired, and strange at times… It is no fairytale.

I love fairytales and I love this book. Mark is a genius.

It’s really just a story about a tired old man who’s going crazy. Who doesn’t enjoy reading that?


That crazy little screaming char boh and upside-down glasses
April 1, 2008, 9:17 pm
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I have done some thinking today. I think about what people think of me. I think about what the most important people in my life think of me. I think about what I think of myself. Then I think about what I think of them and other people. And then I think of the question that Veronika once asked. And I mean the Veronika who decides to die which is one of my favorite books in the whole wide world of course.

What does it mean to be crazy?

You see I am not quite sure why but my doctor says I suffer from hypotension. And she smiles and starts talking about the nice sunny weather. And then people at work think I always yawn. They also think I should sleep early “tonight”. Some people think I laugh too much, I scream too much, I nag too much.

My dad used to call me siao char boh which means crazy woman and slow motion because he thought I had a slowish walk. He still does at times when he gets the chance. My mom used to call me siao char boh and siao lingyi. My beloved grandmother call me siao lang which means crazy person. I guess she uses a gender neutral term because it is more convenient that way. My friends in KL call me sor poh, which basically means the same thing as siao char boh but in Cantonese.

And it doesn’t end there.

He thinks I am nuts because I have my own house rules like when He puts the drinking glasses and mugs upside down after cleaning them I must turn them over again because it makes me anxious if I don’t. I don’t like the thought of the rims coming into contact with the kitchen sink.

He also call me gul which means yellow, screaming little chinese, screaming little mongo, lingovic, lingon, crazy little party girl, regeringen which means the government, tjockis kinesen i Örebro which means the chubby chinese in Örebro (He wrote a song about it), crazy little yellow person, and et cetera.

What does it mean to be crazy?

If I am crazy then I must be living. And happy. At least that is what Paulo thinks.

I know what drives me crazy. The drinking glasses turned wrong side up in the kitchen. And Him not closing the door properly on His way out.

*pulls hair out*

Please take me to your world of make-believe
February 29, 2008, 12:39 am
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I remember the day when Mom came into my room sobbing uncontrollably. She put her arms around me and whispered in my ear, “Er ee has passed away”.

Er ee was one of Mom’s four sisters. I was very young then, a little girl who did not understand death, but somehow I knew something was very wrong. I remember Er ee had very beautiful long dark hair and was always nice to me. I don’t remember more than that.

I am not sure why I think of her today.

So anyway I spent the evening flipping through a book and a magazine I bought two days ago.

The book, Köp! Folkhemmets reklam by Jan Cederquist and Joel Stolpe Montan, is such a great source of inspiration if you like the same stuff as I do.


It is basically a collection of selected Swedish ads published in the 1940s, 50s and 60s. Very cool. I can look at the ads for ages until I get sick of them.

This one makes you wanna have big hair like hers…

An ad from 1947: i maskulin smak means ‘with masculine taste’ (I think!)

This ad is from 1969. And it says in the last paragraph … den korta goda cigarretten som ger er råd att dricka mera öl, which means something like, ‘the good ol’ short cigarrettes that leaves you more money to drink more beer’.


Warner’s Sta Up Top from 1949.


And then I also read the prettiest magazine in the whole wide world.

Lula. Girl of my dreams.

It makes me wanna live in their little world of make-believe.

I just love.

The well padded Mma Ramotswe
January 25, 2008, 1:34 am
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Oooh I’m in heaven. The clock’s past midnight, I should be sleeping already, but I’m in heaven. I mean if there was one, I would have liked to drop by sometimes.


I think I have a newfound love for this witty Alexander McCall Smith’s The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency Series. The first one, of course, has been so pleasurable.

The second one is alright, and I did not really like the third book.
In fact, it took me ages to read that one.

Now I’ve just finished reading the fourth title, The Kalahari Typing School for Men, and I have this urge to declare my love for this book.

*wild elephants trumpeting in the bush*

… how I wish that was true.

Just when I thought I would give up reading the series, this book found me.

I’m so glad I read it. It’s so pleasing, satisfactorily leaves me in bliss.

“It was not strong-looking, but she knew that these traditional chairs were well-made and could bear her weight.”

I just love… love, love, love!

It has been a long time since I felt like saying (I did not, have not, and possibly will not): “a good book is my idea of heaven”.

Someone said that once. And for some reason, I remember it so well.

“A good book keeps me awake”. That’s what I would say.

I am strangely wide awake.