|08:14 pm - Brief update|
Got to work and back without being drenched in monsoon rain. Otherwise, day was all monsoon rain with intermissions. Final monsoon rain happened as a brilliant sun was shining.
Three of my summer pants are ripped at the seams. One is mendable; the other two not, though since they're twenty and fifteen years old respectively, they've had good innings. But if only they'd lasted another month...
The Ghost Bride caters to ang moh far more than Zen Cho does. This has the effect of making Zen Cho feel more authentic than The Ghost Bride which is of course not fair at all. But my copy has a purple 'Heather's Picks' stamp actually printed into the cover, which strikes me as both telling (it's like an Oprah fave) and excessive (because Heather Reisman is not Oprah, thank you very much.)