  watch the half of the book i did not read was, as you can expect, even more sexually charged than you can imagine.
the greatest writers on the planet are also the most obsessive ones. but this isn't merely so much a book about sex as it is a social statement about vileness, about adultery, about how a good (and a bad) turn deserves another, about the thin line that separates lust & greed from savagery. and then it puts a big, lingering question mark over whether the restrictions that men put over themselves edge them towards a bigger ruin.
are the morals that rule the order of human procreation flawed and myopic? is incest and human promiscuity acceptable? cat lim offers few insights as far as the answers are concerned, but if a book report is in order this week or the next, my gut feeling is that barring any chance of mark deduction through charged up description of sexual expression, i might actually ace one of ms tan's work for once. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. dinner time! 
