I kid you not, it took me a whole bloody year to finish the Introduction alone. Without a doubt, it aided my book slump since the lack of progress made me feel like super-ultra-platinum-crap as opposed to the regular cardboard variety.
I could have ignored it and went on full speed ahead, however, I take this philosophy thing seriously and, besides, context is always good. It wasn’t torture by any means (actually damn interesting) it’s heavy stuff, intensive reading since I’m relatively new to this type of thing.
Picture Us In The Light is an entirely unexpected gift, and if I’ve learned anything so far it’s to not take those for granted. Potent, conscious, heartbreaking and brave, Daniel Cheng’s voice is at the same time halting but beneath that is an understated verve that’s seen him through facing agonizing truths and fears, his family’s and his own, and ultimately the healing that’s come out of it.