Young Fu of the Upper Yangtze

Young Fu of the Upper Yangtze by Elizabeth Foreman Lewis is about a Chinese boy (Young Fu) who lives in the country, but moves to Chungking with his mother. There he is apprenticed by Tang, an experienced and known coppersmith. While in his apprenticeship and as a journeyman (later on his apprenticeship ends but not his work in Tang's shop), Young Fu meets a scholar, a group of river bandits, the horrors of living in Chungking, debt, a hateful apprentice, an opium smuggler, and many other things. He learns many wise things from his experiences, and in the end, realizes that he has it good. This book was slow for me, and I would've given up (but I didn't because it was part of my history), but it teaches good lessons, and some parts are interesting to read about (the opium smuggler, for example). If you like the way Chinese speak, the slow journey to the realization of things, and some mild action, this book is for you.

P.S. Okay, look. there's one book I'm reading that just might end up on my blog, and I'm almost done with the tediously slow Septimus Heap series (sorry, but it's just a little too slow for me. The whole story is really exciting, but there are just too many slow parts) and then I can read whatever (I've got a pretty big book list that I can choose from, now that I'm done reading all those series [which is probably boring for you {sorry!}], and I know which series I'm going to try next [don't worry, it's not that long] and I'm pretty sure it will be exciting). So try to hang in there!

P.P.S. I'll try to post whatever random things I have so that you don't get bored while waiting for me to finish reading a book! (Oh, and you'll probably get a Japanese book to hear about soon... and some more... [my history is about the eastern hemisphere, so there will probably {most likely} be another book on some Chinese, Japanese, or Vietnamese person soon.] But I'll keep reading normal books, so don't worry.)

P.P.S.S. How many times have I said "sorry" or "don't worry" in the last two paragraphs? Go ahead, count. How many? That's right. Four, all together. Yup. Sorry about all the sorry-ies and don't-worry-ies. But don't worry! I probably just have a writers' tick! I'll get rid of it, so don't worry. Ooh... sorry about all those extra paragraphs! But don't worry, I'll make sure that doesn't happen again.

P.P.P.S.S. Yeah... that's how I feel sometimes. "Oh, look how many times I've said that. Yeesh. Well, there's no point in fixing it (or in other words: whatever), so why don't I just say it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over....
Goodbye.

P.P.P.S.S.S. There you go Weese; a big fat line of 'post script's for you. :)

- Maria