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My Refrigerator Door

Once in a while, you come across a book or a film that really hits you to the core and changes how you look at life forever. When I was a child, my aunt brought me downtown to watch Oliver. I became an Anglophile ever since. In high school, I finished the Judith Krantz novel- Scruples in one sitting and decided from then on that I'll be fashion designer.

A few days ago, before a weekend trip, I chanced upon a bright pink-colored book entitled Life On The Refrigerator Door by Alice Kuipers. I brought it for the one hour flight knowing I could finish the book in thirty minutes. Told entirely in a series of notes left on the kitchen fridge-it is the story of nine months in the life of 15-year-old Claire and her single mother. Preoccupied with their busy separate lives, rarely in the same room at the same time, they talk to each other in a series of short snippets that reflect the daily drama of school, boyfriends, work and chores that make up their days. Yet the mundane soon becomes extraordinary when a crisis overtakes their lives- a momentous change that will redefine their relationship and unfold in their exchanges on the refrigerator door. Indeed, it was my kind of read. I could already taste my tears as the captain was announcing our final descent.

Often, I'm reminded that life is short but this little pink book has made me realize even more how precious each happy moment is. It has inspired me to finally start my own blog where I can share little notes and photos of my wonderful life journey.

I hope to inspire as well.



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