A new person mentioned an old book I read in the past, a few days ago, out of the blue.
Suddenly everything flashed back in my mind:
A trip to Taipei
Hanging out in the 24-hour bookstore
Discovering the book and author
Reading it and couldn't let go
Bringing it home
Reading the story again has reminded me of the person I loved, who died
and the food he used to make in the kitchen
when I was small and happy
and many other stories and people that had followed...
I finished it in two evenings. When I finished the last page, I felt like going in the kitchen, to cook something
My kitchen isn't the one the author would like in her dream,
but everything that went through my mind between your mentioning the book and my reading it, again, is.
Like a dream...
