Friday, November 01, 2019

Book Club - The Best We Could Do by Thi Bui



When my mother spoke to me, she spoke softly, the tones of Vietnamese giving it music - not high and reedy, but scratchy and bluesy.  I always wished I had her voice.

Every casualty of war is someone's grandmother, grandfather, mother, father, brother, sister, child, lover.

....I can look with fresh eyes at my son.  
He is a mystery - crystalline, breathing and growing.