Their lives, loves, interests and philosophies. Many times in the story I felt like I could relate to Elaine, but it varied back and forth between the sisters. its refreshing reading a local author recount stories of a childhood so similar to my own. Growing up w a helper, w a Peranakan dad, in a predominantly english environment and having tutors. Esp when she recounted ba Charmaine had a very relatable way of writing.įrom where she stayed, how she grew up, to the mannerisms of her household. From where she stayed, how she grew up, to the mannerisms of her household. moreĬharmaine had a very relatable way of writing. Charmaine is a wonderful writer and I can’t wait to read her next book!. I could not put this book down! Just a word of warning, do not read this in public as it could make your eyes leak and/or put a lump in your throat. Yet, there are also laugh out loud moments filled with joy when she recalls the shenanigans of her and hers sisters’ youth. Charmaine takes us on a journey along the undulating landscape of a family shell shocked by grief and loss.
Charmaine is a wonderful w Such a poignant story that will speak to anyone who has experienced the loss of a loved one. Such a poignant story that will speak to anyone who has experienced the loss of a loved one. Striving to distract Elaine from the worst effects of the cancer, Charmaine takes to the pen: conjuring up the vanished world of their childhood in Singapore, and discovering a way to keep her promise to Elaine’s six-year-old daughter.Ī contemplation on grief and loss, nostalgia and yearning, The Magic Circle is for anyone who’s been torn apart and put back again by the inexplicable power of memory.more As the illness progresses, family members living on different continents gather together during Elaine’s last days. The Magic Circle tells the story of what happens when Charmaine Chan’s sister Elaine is diagnosed with a rare and aggressive cancer. A tiny fissure that spreads and widens, before splitting open entirely to let something hot and liquid well up like molten lava, threatening to spill out the sides of my mouth, as rich and bitter and metallic as blood.
And very slowly, inside me, something small starts to crack.
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I look at your wasted body, once so slim and graceful at the jaundiced pallor of your once perfect skin stretched tight around the still lovely bones of your face at the way shadows collect in the hollows around your eyes and your collarbones. Other days, we are convinced you are at death's door and that this, this is the day that we will lose you … Now I bear witness to the disease that is eating you up alive, ravaging your physical shell. There are days when you are so beautiful and vivacious and alive, we cannot believe that you are going to die. I look at y I sit by your bed and watch you, as I sometimes do.
I sit by your bed and watch you, as I sometimes do.
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