Sunjidmaa Enkhjargal Enkhjargal de Tekkedere/İzmir, Turkey
This book has lots of good writing. And lots of bad writing. And mostly it reads like the stories your weird bachelor uncle would tell you punctuating his comments with a gesture of his rocks glass full of cheap scotch. Or maybe that's just my family?
Courtney gave me this to read when I was visiting her in the convent. He's such a hard ass about preserving old school ideas / principles (then again that's sort of his job) but he's always compassionate towards individuals, just a hard ass re:ideas.
Well, the first part--childhood--was pretty amusing, but she lost me in the teenage years. Just can't think why I care about the author's desire to lose her virginity...