The Joy luck Club by Amy Tan

As I was scrolling through twitter, I've seen a tweet that says "You think you can hurt me? I'm the eldest daughter in an Asian household." it's kind of funny and bitterly relatable. I mean no offense, why am I even saying all of this? It's because I've just finished a new 1989 classic novel written by an Asian woman herself entitled, "The Joy Luck Club" which tells a gripping different stories of four Chinese women who are immigrants in San Francisco and how their past intertwined to the lives of their daughters born and raised in America. Somehow this book celebrates being an Asian woman and all the realities that comes into it. 

1948 Japanese Novel: No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai

As I was laying in bed, I just finished reading Osamu Dazai's 1948 Japanese novel, No longer human. I tried to contemplate and think through the pages which are written on a first person narrative. It's quite compelling to read and interesting to follow the poignant life of a troubled man named Oba Yozo. Written on the pages of notebooks he left like a memoranda, As in his own words, "‘I can’t even guess myself what it must be to live a life of a human being," he often contemplates about what it means to be "human." I find the book distressing yet quite fascinating at the same time.