Kim. 20, Cis Female, Canadian-born, Multi-racial (Malaysian Chinese, English and Scottish), Queer, Student.

Cooking, reading, tea and music > everything.

I'm also into politics and feminism. I'm currently trying to find out more about East and Southeast Asian history.

Well that's me in a nutshell, hope you enjoy your stay :)
Sep 2014

Fall 2014 Asian American Author Releases


I thought I’d do another roundup of AAPI (Asian American Pacific Islander) authors, this time authors with books coming out this fall, sorted by publication date. I’ve sorted the books out by genre (Adult/Nonfiction/YA/Children’s) and a new genre roundup will be released every Monday. I hope you find a book that suits your fancy!

While I’ve looked through thousands of books to find AAPI authors, it’s possible that I missed some so feel free to tell me, whether through email, my ask box or Twitter


After the jump: Novel synopsis + more details. 

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Feb 2012

I’m not going to waste any more time playing judge and jury over everybody else when I’ve never found myself completely not guilty.
In fact, compared to many? My hands are probably filthy.

So we can make devils of each other.
Or we can take that energy and make gods of ourselves.

And I’d rather live my life on a mission of building a heaven,
Than working demolition in hell.

Build big the beauty, build big the love
And I swear the hate, the fear will one day disappear
And it all starts right here.

-Andrea Gibson, “Evolution”

Feb 2012

She’s eating her fifty square feet of death.
I’m eating my organic vegan local salad (no meat no cheese and please hold the dressing cause I don’t want to exploit the labour of the little honeybees).

But when we meet you, she will be a thousand times more likely to greet you with open arms than me.

…I’ve got a closet full of protest signs buried by all the times I wish I’d been kinder to a friend.

-Andrea Gibson, “Name That Meat”

Feb 2012

If you are a woman writer from the Muslim world, like me, then you are expected to write the stories of Muslim women, and preferably the unhappy stories of unhappy Muslim women. You are expected to write "informative", "poignant" and "characteristic" stories, leaving the experimental and avant-garde to your Western colleagues…There is a fuzzy category called "multicultural literature" in which all authors from outside the Western world are lumped together. I’ll never forget my first "multicultural reading", in Harvard Square about ten years ago. We were three writers, one from the Phillipines, one Turkish, one Indonesian. Like a joke, you know? And the reason we were brought together was not because we shared an artistic style or literary taste, it was only because of our passports…Identity politics divides us, fiction connects. One is interested in sweeping generalizations, the other in nuances. One draws boundaries, the other recognizes no frontiers. Identity politics is made of solid bricks, fiction is flowing water.-Elif Shafak, The Politics of Fiction

Dec 2011

"Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags.”


Dec 2011

Did you say the stars were worlds, Tess?”
“All like ours?”
“I don’t know; but I think so. They sometimes seem to be like the apples on our stubbard-tree. Most of them splendid and sound—a few blighted.”
“Which do we live on—a splendid one or a blighted one?”
“A blighted one.-

Thomas Hardy,

Tess of the d’Urbervilles

(via srpaulsen)

Dec 2011


James Joyce. Paris: Shakespeare and Company, 1922.

Quarto, contemporary half brown marbled sheep, raised bands, dark brown morocco spine labels, marbled boards and endpapers, uncut, original blue paper wrappers tipped in.

First edition of the novel that changed the path of modern literature, number 540 of only 750 numbered copies on handmade paper, with the now-iconic original paper wrappers tipped in at front and rear.

— People do not know how dangerous lovesongs can be, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly. The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant’s heart on the hillside. For them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the living mother. The rarefied air of the academy and the arena produce the sixshilling novel, the musichall song, France produces the finest flower of corruption in Mallarmé but the desirable life is revealed only to the poor of heart, the life of Homer’s Ph&Aelig;acians.

—— episode 9, Scylla and Charybdis

Dec 2011

Behold, one of the greatest descriptions of a self-obsessed person ever.

Why is this novel not more famous, and why don’t people write like this anymore?

"He welcomed me politely, but was so full of his own importance that I was made to feel the value he attached to himself rather than to me. He invited me to lunch, and conversation was constrained and awkward, as it must always be with a man who has no genuine feelings about anything, and whose mind is at the exclusive service of his vanity.

He spoke to me solely about himself, without noticing in the slightest whether or not my interest corresponded to the liveliness of his own. When he thought he was about to make a witty remark, his little eyes shone with irrepressible joy; he looked at me after he spoke to judge whether I had managed to understand, and when his vanity was soothed, he resumed a commanding look out of respect for his own character…

After an hour devoted to lunch, he rose and carefully explained how he was obliged to leave me by imperative matters instigated by the goodness of his heart…I saw that he was looking at me benevolently to soften the pain I must certainly suffer from his absence.”

Another gem from this novel…

"I will smother everything that sets me apart from other women - spontaneous thoughts, passionate impulses, generous bursts of enthusiasm - but I shall avoid suffering, dreaded suffering. My existence will be concentrated entirely in my reason, and I shall pass through life thus armed against both myself and others.”

All from Mme Germaine de Stael’s Delphine, published in 1802.