We have been staying with our in-laws since last Saturday...
I have lost my appetite and my palate. I have been unable to cook anything for my husband. I realize that as a housewife, my most powerful tool is my palate. Without my tastebuds, I can't conjure anything up in the kitchen. After a week of eating out, I decided to return my husband to his parents, so that they can feed him something decent.
But because we are married and I am notorious for eating pizza and KFC, he brought me with him...sigh.
So now, we are here and I'm happy to announce that while I don't have my appetite back, we are able to eat something nutritious for a change.
Since, I don't spend so much time talking with my in-laws (because I don't understand Fookien) and since we have no TV in our room, I got myself a book with an intriguing and relevant title.
It is a story of a lady in her mid-thirties. She has a perfect life, a perfect husband, perfect children and lives in the perfect city of Geneva. However despite the seeming perfection, she is unexplainably unhappy. Then, in her journey to search for the source of her emptiness, she accidentally found excitement in the wrong person.
As I was reading the book last night, I couldn't bring myself to put it down. It's beautifully written. You want to savor each word and allow them to dance gracefully in your thoughts before you turn to the next page.
This book is actually about depression in the backdrop of adultery. This is 70% about sadness and emptiness. And is more introspective than scandalous.
Don't worry, it won't make you depressed. At best, it will give you empathy.
I will surely finish this book in less than 24 hours. Drat! My husband told me to read slowly because he doesn't want to go to the mall and get me a new book. Maybe, he should consider giving me TV instead.