Things that ruined my reading experiance

First of all am really sorry to make you help me in my personal problems but i have some issues denying me the pleasure of reading and would love getting advice from people who could help me

  • The first things is that me being cosmopolitan is that i do feel citizen of the world and love learning other cultures more than mine but sometimes i feel uprooted like leaf of grass in the wind where i don’t feel am fully affliated with any nation and being Somali who reads most of the time in English makes me sometimes reexamine myself and beliefs and prejudices and this sometimes  can be very hard to explain to other people but who know maye there is people who speak English as second language could understand the difficulties sometimes i face when i am reading books.
  • The second thing which i find myself doing and but also irritated by it is that sometimes unless i find the edition of the book i want I wouldn’t read it, although if i was born of first world nations that would not be a problem but since i am Somali who was born in Somalia where Amazon don’t reach it,this search for the wanted edition of the book reminds of the ugly truth is that being of citizen of failed state sometimes your choices in life and also in books you read would be minimun or none.
  • The third problem is book hoarding which maybe related ti be birn in a country where famine still occurs, i tend to buy more books than i would read in a life time and i feel myself addicted to it and this would ruin your reading experiance, seeing all these books waititng for you to be read can ruin the pleasure of reading.

Sorry if these problems seems absure or kind meaningless but i would love hearing any advice you would tell me related to my problem, and thanks again for passing by

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The End of the Moment We Had by Toshiki Okada Tr by Samuel Malissa

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this is the latest book of Pushkin press Japanese Novellas which Pushkin has started to translates Japanese new best sellers
this book has won Kenzaburo Oe Prize
the book contain two unrelated stories which we the first one seemed easily readable while the second was hard to grasp and understand what is happening inside it.
th first part of the book or story starts with a bunch of drunk guys who seems to be unaware of where they are going or how noisy their talk is to their surrounding and eventually the six of them find their way to a club in which one of the drunk guys hooks up with a girl and they leave together to love hotel where they spend four days making love and talking how is that possible i don’t know.
ironically through these four days in which they talked about everything they didn’t bother themselves to ask each other their names

” time which is always pushing us forwards, pushing us forwards, and even if we want it to slow down a little it never listens, so we give up hope of it ever letting up, but for now, just for now, time felt like it’d been unplugged and we had been given a reprieve. That feeling filled our bodies little by little, or maybe it came all at once, but there it was. That was what we wanted, so we tried to make it happen, and it actually did.”

the second story is about women who refuses to go to work and spends all her day in bed thinking about the best excuse to not go to work but also about her difficult relationship with her passive husband and about her last read blog and about examining her room from kitchen to window.
from her obsession about her husband imaginary blog to her inability to understand her husband passivity in life

. How come the sun is shining outside and everyone’s running around but I don’t feel the least urge to do anything? How come I don’t care? The light in the room feels heavy, like a chunk of ice that’s starting to melt and the edges are beginning to get soft and round.

my husband didn’t act hurt or angry at what I was saying, he just sat there passively taking it all in. To me, this was humiliating. Why didn’t he shout back, challenge the outrageous stuff I was saying, why didn’t he get mad at me? That’s why I’ve spent so much time searching for a blog or something of his, because if he had a reason not to shout back I bet he would have written about it. But it could be that he doesn’t write a blog, or that if he does it’s set to private and you have to sign up or register or something to read it, or it’s on a secret page on Mixi or some other social networking site that I won’t be able to find. And if he did that, then I really really wonder what he wrote.

although it was my first time i read the Pushkin Japanese novellas and somehow unsatisfying the reading was i intend to read the other books also because who can resist Pushkin press alluring books