Hawaii by James Michener
Before my sister, Sally, had her baby last summer, we were sitting around trying to think of names. My other sister, Monique, suggested Jerusha. ”No,” Sally said. ”If I were going to name it after some from Hawaii it would be Wu Chow’s Auntie.” Wu Chow’s Auntie Handley didn’t flow too well, so literature was dropped as a source of inspiration.
Flight by Sherman Alexie
I’ve lived in Seattle for almost four years now and I spend a lot of time in dive bars in Pioneer Square, so this book kind of stuck with me. Most of the homeless people, Native American or otherwise, in PS are pretty harmless. Some are even entrepreneurial entertainers and will sing or tell jokes for a buck. Some are obviously crazy or on drugs or drunk, but when I’m hanging out at the Merchant’s Café on a sunny Friday afternoon during the summer, so am I, so who am I to judge?
It’s hard enough to condense 30,000 years of human culture, movement, and industry into one book, let alone one review of said book, but I’ll give it my best shot.