Sunday, December 21, 2014
The corridor was dark. A bluish light came from the aquarium in the living room—my own aquarium I brought with me from school. I stood still to let my eyes become accustomed to the darkness. I could hear a soft whirring of the water pump. No light coming from beneath Faye’s door. I stepped toward the door, my heart thumping. Just one knock, and I would change everything. A thunderclap exploded, jolting me with sparks and splintered images—my mother’s and Uncle’s. Something inside me broke.
Sobered, I turned and tiptoed back to my room.
Friday, December 5, 2014
Writers like Khanh Ha take the reader into ordinary and glorious places.”—Buried In Print
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
"The Demon Who Peddled Longing by Khanh Ha is about the darkness that can hover over our lives, and how we each can choose to bow to that pressure or stand up to it. . . . Personal demons to actual struggles with evil outside of ourselves can mark our journeys, but they do not have to define who we are."--Savvy Verse & Wit