my mom just called me to tell me that

Mo Yan won the nobel prize for literature!

over summer in China, i started reading his

Red Sorghum but could not finish it.
it was so poetically graphic,
beautiful.disturbing.
 too real and recent.
the way he describes what the
wine and blood of your family smells like.

it is one of those books that

rip your soul apart.

one day, when i emotionally ready,

i will finish the book.