Being Hungry Makes You Healthy

I bought  this book today and finished it in a few hours.  That was my way of procrastinating.  I bought this book because I’ve started to think that maybe my body doesn’t need as much food as I’ve always been told (I still remember many years ago when I told my family that I became a vegetarian and they all went crazy and told me that I was gonna die of malnutrition).  I don’t want to lose weight or anything.  But I’ve been noticing that eating a lot of food (or certain kind of food) makes me feel heavy and sluggish and lack of energy.  On the other hand, when I don’t eat much or when I eat lighter and fresher food like fruits and vegetables I feel like I have more energy (I’m no longer a vegetarian, by the way).

Being Hungry

This book was written by a Japanese doctor Yoshinori Nagumo and has a lot of scientific support that you should eat one meal a day, eat every part of your food (like eat smaller fish but eat every part of it or eat every part of your vegetables including the leaves, the stems, and the roots, etc), and go to bed early and wake up with the sun (the golden hours are between 10pm and 2am).  But if you’re hungry during the day you can eat some healthy snack or drink some fruit juice.  I like the fact that he doesn’t seem to be too strict.  Moderation is the key.  And if  you can’t eat one meal a day for some reasons, he gives you some ideas about how to eat less and more healthy.  For exercise he recommends walking during the day.

These are not the information that I didn’t already know, but it was a fun read and the doctor was quite encouraging.  And I think his technique suits my liking because I often skip lunch and eat some light snack in stead.  Plus, I love dinner and he recommends eating dinner as your one meal of the day so I think I might try his technique and see how it goes.

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

Great, I haven’t updated this blog since January! I’ve been reading many books since then, but I’ve also been too lazy to write anything about them. And honestly, there was a point that I thought I should quite this blog altogether. But this evening I was reading some of the blog posts, and they reminded me of the good times I had with the books I read. And that made me want to continue this blog.

What I’ve discovered, though, is that this blog can never be a book review blog. I want to make it about my relationship with each book I buy, borrow, read, and love (or don’t love). Sometimes I like to talk about how I obtain each book more than the content in the book. And I think it’s ok (or course, it’s ok; it’s my blog)

So the book I’m writing about today is The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami. I got it from a used bookstore (I ordered it by mail) a few months ago, and I took it with me to read when I went to Seoul, South Korea, last month.


I didn’t finish the book. I couldn’t finish it. I gave up on page 516. I read the gigantic 1Q84 twice, but I couldn’t finish this one. I just completely lost my interest at the beginning of Book 3. I tried to keep reading, but I had to stop. I just had no reason to continue reading it. And I couldn’t wait to pick up a new book.

So here we go. The first time I update a blog after a really long hiatus and I’m writing about a book I couldn’t finish reading. This is just so me.

The Book Thief

I finished reading The Book Thief today.  I remember I first came across this book at Kinokuniya bookstore downtown a couple years ago.  The title of the book caught my eye.  I looked through the first few pages of the book and it seemed interesting.  But I didn’t buy it then.  I don’t know why.  After that I kept seeing this book at bookstores.  I touched it, picked it up, looked at it.  But I didn’t buy it.  I finally bought it at a used bookstore.  I remember it well.  It was December 5th.  I waked to the used bookstore from the train station.  But I went the opposite direction.  I was walking for about 20 minutes before I realized the mistake.  So I turned around and walked back.  It was a holiday (the King’s birthday) so there were quite a few people at the bookstore.  I saw this book on the shelf and picked it up.  It was the only book I bought that day.

It took me a while to finish it.  Overall, I enjoyed reading this book.  But at some point I really wanted to stop reading it altogether.  I just felt like I had enough.  These characters went through so much.  And I felt like I didn’t want to know anymore.  But I read on till the end.  And I’m glad I did.

I think I will remember those nights when I was reading late in bed and I had to put the book down so I could cry my heart out.

My favorite character is Rudy Steiner.  He is just so cute and funny and stupid and daring and so devoted to Liesel.

I want to watch the movie as well, but I’ll wait for a while.  I think it’s good to take a break from crying.

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The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

This year I told myself that whenever I finished reading a book, I would put it on this blog.  Last year I read so many books, but did not put most of them here because I was too lazy or too busy or did not know what I wanted to say about them.  So at the end of the year when I was wondering what I had read during the year I could not find any record of them.  That is why this year, even if I do not have anything to say about a certain book, I will still post something just to keep record.


Well, today I finished translating The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.  I had been working on it for a long time.  And I actually posted something about it already.  What I love about this book is the main character, Huck Finn.  He is just so human to me.  And I really appreciate Mark Twain’s creation.  As a boy, he has some crazy ideas, but he is so practical and so kind.  My favorite part is when he is pondering about helping Jim.  And he is wondering if he is a bad person and will go to hell for helping a black slave escape.  He is practically tortured by his conflicting thoughts.  And in the end, still doubting his decision, he decides to help him anyway.  Because Jim is a human being and his friend.  And that is what matters.

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Tom’s Midnight Garden


I’ve finished reading Tom’s Midnight Garden by Philippa Pearce this afternoon. It’s a story about a boy named Tom who is sent to live with his aunt and uncle during the summer. At night Tom goes into a garden that isn’t there during the day time and plays with a girl named Hatty. In the beginning I was interested in the concept of “time” in this book. But as I read the last sentences of the book a thought came to my head: Friendship is such a beautiful thing. And I think for me the story of Tom and his midnight garden represents that thought.

The Time Keeper

“It’s never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be.”

I finished reading The Time Keeper by Mitch Albom in one day. I bought it yesterday in a second hand shop. I didn’t even know when I was gonna read it because I had several unfinished books already. But this morning I read the first few pages of this book during breakfast, and I decided to spend the morning reading it. I told myself that it was Saturday after all. I did some work in the afternoon. And when I got tired of the work I continued reading until I finished it.

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It’s a book about time. And it tells the stories of the guy who later becomes Father Time, a high school girl named Sarah, and a business man named Victor. I like how the stories are structured in this book. They are divided into short sections. And we see bits and pieces of their stories before they all come together in the end. But at the end when Father Time takes Sarah and Victor to see the future it reminds of so much of A Christmas Carol. And to me it isn’t as interesting as the rest of the book. The ending is also a bit too picture perfect for my liking. But over all I love the book. It’s nice and simple and it got me thinking a lot (and I’m sure I’ll be thinking about it after I read it as well).

These questions are still ringing in my head: “‘You marked the minutes,’ the old man said. ‘But did you used them wisely? To be still? To cherish? To be grateful? To lift and to be lifted?'”

A Doll’s House

I’ve read this play by Henrik Ibsen many times before. I read it again yesterday because it’s an assignment for my students this week. I started it on the train to work yesterday morning. Read the middle of it at a cafe during lunch. And finished it on the train home in the evening.

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As I was reading it, I felt like I was really in the world of the play. It was such a strange feeling. And it doesn’t happen very often. I felt that I was right there in the house with them. It was winter. It was cold outside. And it was back in the old days.

The end of the play really got me this time. I don’t think I’d felt so much before. Yesterday I was so disgusted by Helmer. And I was so happy that Nora made up her mind to leave him. He really deserved it.

I underlined so many passages from the play as I read. Here’s one of my favorites:

Nora: What do you consider my most sacred duties?
Helmer: Do I need to tell you that? Are they not your duties to your husband and your children?
Nora: I have other duties just as sacred.
Helmer: That you have not. What duties could those be?
Nora: Duties to myself.
Helmer: Before all else you are a wife and a mother.
Nora: But I don’t believe that any longer. I believe that before all else I am a reasonable human being just as you are – or, at all events, that I must try and become one.