Saturday Date Night

My partner and I decided to go out for dinner last night. I know that weekend dinners will always lead us to coffee or tea shops as a night cap so I made sure I had my Kindle with me, but on the last minute, I grabbed the book Darden gave me this month and shoved it in my partner’s backpack.

I ended up reading the real book instead.


I read the first short story in the collection: Cassandra Clare’s Some Fortunate Future Day.


Some Fortunate Future Day was set in the midst of a war on an alternate world. It talks about Rose and her father’s inventions, and Rose’s adventures with them. The story is a typical science fiction but darker and feels more… rusty. Don’t trust me though since I always regarded steam punk as unpolished science fiction – grittier and darker.

It always feel forced to prepare a review longer than it took the time to read the literature. So I’ll leave you some handwritten notes for now.

What to expect from Some Fortunate Future Day?

Bonus picture of aforementioned partner:


The Last Question by Isaac Asimov

This is the first short story I’ve read this year, and it has become one of my favorites ever. It’s unbelievably good and I can’t believe it took me so long to finally read it. Here’s what Isaac Asimov has to say about it:

This is by far my favorite story of all those I have written.

After all, I undertook to tell several trillion years of human history in the space of a short story and I leave it to you as to how well I succeeded. I also undertook another task, but I won’t tell you what that was lest l spoil the story for you.

It is a curious fact that innumerable readers have asked me if I wrote this story. They seem never to remember the title of the story or (for sure) the author, except for the vague thought it might be me. But, of course, they never forget the story itself especially the ending. The idea seems to drown out everything — and I’m satisfied that it should.

The Last Question is a wonderful short story. It’s a bit hard to get into if you’re not familiar with science concepts because it seems like it’s loaded with technical witchery, but stick around for the 15 minutes required to read this and let me know what you think.

Personally, it’s a wonderful and fascinating read. Short and sweet but without failing to capture the immense power of what science can do. Thought-provoking and fun – this is what science fiction truly is about.

You can read the entire story here.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

I picked up this old, yellowed copy in 2010 and only got around to reading it this year. When I first watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961), I was enamored with the beautiful Audrey Hepburn. How can someone have such ridiculously good bone structure? It didn’t matter then how Holly Golightly was, it just that she was sassy, glamorous and very good to look at. But book Holiday Golightly was very different to me.

To call Holly Golightly independent would be an understatement. Capote’s girl is a wild thing. Wild, wonderful and wacky. She insists on being independent, hankers for intimacy but spurns attachment and runs away from anything or anyone that could possibly make her feel like she belongs. She vows to never get used to anything. “Anybody that does, they might as well be dead.” But she is sweet in her own way, and her easy existence hides an iron will and a heavy heart. She is a glamorous oddball who wants to go places and will. She takes heartbreaks with stride and grace.

Book Holly is a pained bad-ass teen slut with attachment issues and ambitions that make her a more interesting and three-dimensional character compared to Audrey’s Holly. She can be very grating, and quite racist too, but I love her with all her faults and sensibilities. She is just a scared and lonely child at the core.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

I guess there’s a Holiday Golightly in us all – not necessarily the slut Holly, but the kid that wants to be forever the wild child, to reach the skies, to be somewhere, and be someone. But as Holly puts it herself, “It’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s felt like a coming-of-age novella for adults.  I love this wistful, little book and how it makes me feel – there’s not a lot of things that are as good as picking this one up on a dull, rainy afternoon and reading it cover to cover.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Breakfast at Tiffany's

I picked up the book for the short novel, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and as much as I like the novella, I ended up liking the short stories more. Capote wrote beautiful, whimsical stories with quirky characters and all of his sentences are perfect. His seamless writing transports you to where he wants you to be and lets you feel what he wants you to feel.

My favorite of his short stories in this book is A Christmas Memory, and when I finished it, I went right back to read it all over again. It made me sad, and it made me happy and I wanted to feel all those feels all over again.