Please enjoy a small taste of Little Flower of Luzon. If you are interested in purchasing your own copy a link to my book will follow:
The following evening, on Friday, I drove directly from work to Dillinger’s Bookstore. When I went inside Priya was at her perch thumbing through a copy of Heidegger’s Being and Time. I knew nothing about the German philosopher; even less, it seemed these days, about how both being and time caused me so much anguish. Priya’s eyes remained fixed on me the moment I stepped through the door. Her expression, the heavy-lidded grave veneer that was her face, appeared as if she were ready to deliver some bad news.
“Good book?” I asked.
“That depends,” she replied.
“On what?” I took the bait.
I couldn’t take looking at Priya’s face for too long. Instead, my gaze settled upon her braless breasts beneath her cream-colored tee shirt.
“What you mean by good,” she answered.
The last thing I needed that evening was to get into a philosophical debate with Salman Rushdie’s female doppelganger…