Some resources of games to play at home (attention and concentration training)
* 9 indoor activities for hyperactive kids <Link>
* Top brain games <Link>
Jyothsna. If Wishes Were Aeroplanes. Notion Press, 2019.
If Wishes Were Aeroplanes reimagines Jane Austin'e Persuasion in a contemporary Indian setting. It features a feminist heroine, a university lecturer of English literature in a women's college in Delhi, India, and narrates the journey in which she was torn away from, and returns to, her first love over a span of fifteen years.
The Year of Magical Thinking, by Joan Didion
I read Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking because I was looking for something to read to give to a friend who just lost her husband.
He passed away in an accident, and I do not know what to do to console my friend seeing her losing weight and facing everyone in the farewell event.
The book consists only of Didion's monologue, which records how she thinks and suffers after having lost her husband to a sudden heart arrest. It was until the end that we knew that she also lost her daughter eighteen months afterwards. What she reveals in the book is heart-breaking.
Some readers complained that she is narcissistic because there is no one else in the narrative but herself, her thoughts, her anxiety, and her calmness. I would think, however, that of course she has to be narcissistic. The dead have left, the living are alone to figure out what has happened. Of course, one has to focus on him-/her-self, and no surrogate can be found to grieve, moan, and suffer.
“Houdini evoked actual cruelties - slavery and imprisonment, people cast into filthy cells and tormented for years. [...] He burrowed into the unconscious of the human race, evoking types of public sadism that had been suppressed, only to reemerge in later eras: his stunts looked backward to the ducking stools of the witch trials and forward to such practices as waterboarding and ‘enhanced interrogation’ under the George W. Bush Administration.”
"The garden is a heap of disturbance, and it may be that my particular history, the history I share with millions of people, begins with our ancestors' violent removal from an Eden. The regions of Africa from which they came would have been Eden-like, and the horror that met them in that 'New World' could certainly be seen as the Fall. Your home, the place you are from, is always Eden, the place where even imperfections were perfect, and everything that happened after that beginning interrupted your Paradise." (25)