Hi, I’m Phuong and I can’t thank you enough for spending some time reading this post. It’s so kind of you. I feel that it is, therefore, my responsibility to warn you beforehand that the girl you’re about to get to know in the next few paragraphs is very weird. So, remember: you’ve been warned.… Read more

The four books below represent another part of my identity that coexist with the practical realist in me, who usually gets to make the final call during crucial moments in my life. Being a very analytical and logic-driven person, I do not seek to negate the more impulsive and much less restrained side of my… Read more

I saw Porco Rosso and fell in love with it for the first time in eighth grade, when my obsession with Hayao Miyazaki’s films had just started. Now older and somewhat wiser, I rewatched it with a close friend in a quiet book cafe on Nguyen Bieu Street. Once again, I fell violently in love… Read more

The Stranger did one thing for me that made it the perfect book for my current situation: it got me thinking about myself, my life and even my existence but saved me the trouble of having to see a character with whom I felt connected to die or fall into a bottomless pit of despair.… Read more