Originally posted on my short-lived reading journal on Tumblr, moved here on 04/13/2024

Stopped by Unnameable Books on Vanderbilt tonight walking home from attempting to go to the T-Mobile in Park Slope. It’s really wonderful to be able to walk to a bookstore open until 11pm.

I browsed through a copy of Crazy Rich Asians. I’ve moved a lot in my life and it’s something very special to know that no matter where I go or when I’ll always be a member of the overseas Chinese. It’s nice to know that you belong somewhere.

I ended up picking up a copy of NW, by Zadie Smith, finally. I haven’t wanted to read it enough to pay full price, and there was a copy in the used section.