Another break at her school. How it scares me, it means 24 hours of headache.
So we trot along the local imported bookstore and bought these for her:
A more story packed book with less illustration.
At first she refused to buy the Monkey King's tales, I had to tell her that it's for me. But, at home, it's a different story, she read a page, and started to question about the immortals and enlightenment, this is the book she kept on asking me to pass to her. How wonderful. Surely it'll take her longer to finish, right, right?