“On the eve of her ninth birthday, unassuming Rose Edelstein, a girl at the periphery of schoolyard games and her distracted parents’ attention, bites into her mother’s homemade lemon-chocolate cake and discovers she has a magical gift: she can taste her mother’s emotions in the cake.”
Free time on hands people?
Go to the nearest bookstore and get “The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake” by Aimee Bender.
As stressed as I am about my finals and whatnots, diving head first into my studies just doesn’t seem like the best pastime, SO
Long story short I was browsing the internet when I came across its review. If you’ve not read it yet it’s a must. Although I have to be honest I didn’t understand the ending at first (No spoilers), but it’s beautifully written and will keep you interested. The author will leave you hanging on to every sentence as you unravel the pages of this girl’s strange life.
And yo, it’s a New York Times Bestseller!
Here’s the link
And a part I liked:
” I grabbed George’s hand. Right away: fingers, holding back. The sun. More clustery vines of bougainvillea draping over windows in bulges of dark pink. His warm palm. An orange tabby lounging on the sidewalk. People in torn black T-shirts sitting and smoking on steps. The city, opening up.
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped his hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street” P.67
GAAAH, indeed, the awesomeness of that paragraph is beyond awesome IF THAT IS EVEN POSSIBLE.
Tell me what you think.