As I sit in my seat, preparing for a long sleep flight to Russia for a tennis tournament, flying with a few friends that are sitting far away from me, i think I'll be left alone. Or not. A very old looking lady sits next to me. Oh boy, elderly women around here always have tales to tell about war. The stories are gruesome, gory, and extremely detailed. Worst of all they're all real. They actually happened; actually seen or experienced, so I knew I was in for 'treat'. No sleep would come tonight, or for awhile after the tale I could tell was about to be told.
I have just read pages 70-85 in The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan and I really enoyed this chapter. This chapter was very exciting because of the background of the story. The story has to do of a boy in danger and what his sister is willing to do to save him. I found this chapter to be a little gross as well. I feel like they have just used my imagination against me.