reading

One of my favourite passtimes is reading. And i must admit that i am a bit of a sexist and a racist when concerning books. I know it is not fair but i tend to have a soft spot for female writers and if possible from other cultures or writing about other cultures (sorry guys, but now and then i try to make the effort to read your books. honestly).

So this summer in Crete i re-read:"The tiger ladies. A memoir of Kashmir" by Sudha Koul. Oh i enjoyed this book so much! Did any one of you read this book?

To my great surprise (i missed it the first time when i read this book) it is dedicated to Clarissa Pinkola Estes (the writer ads "who does not know me). I will write about her in one of my next posts, she is the author of:"Women who run with the wolves, myths and stories of the wild woman archetype".

I come back to her later...

And did you noticed my didi-towel (haha, you must be almost blind to miss it). Of course it is publicity for this woman-clothes-shop-chain, but for me it has a deeper meaning, being named didi by many refugees. Even some sikhs do, though they prefer benji or bibi.

What's in a name?