oh the overripe fecundity of some imaginations. except when i bit into this particular peach, that fecundity turned out to be well on its way to rotten. all the quirkiness gave me hives. and the prose...
ugh, i'll say no more. i read this one to better get in touch with my Filipino roots. no such touching ocurred. however, i did give it to my mom and she loved it. guess the apple didn't just fall far from the tree, it rolled across the orchard and into the road, where it was run over and turned into instant applesauce. wait a sec, i think i just lost control of my metaphor. or of my cliche. ah, cliches. well, this novel is full of them!