Hosseini, through his best-selling fiction (I have my doubts for I still think the book is a semi-memoir), The Kite Runner, conjured up a moving image of life in Kabul.

AFTER decades of reading everything I could lay my hands on, I still find teenage fantasy novels intriguing, if not downright fascinating. Hold on to that scornful laugh you are about to throw in my direction. Growing up, there was no J.K. Rowling in my universe to weave that perfect fabric of Harry Potter’s wizardry existence. Rowling published her first book, Philosopher’s Stone, in 1997.

Some five years ago, I first sight eyes on Moleskine... and here again, was this same feeling when I spotted this larger than life cardboard cutout propped by the doorway at Kino.

Last Thursday, as usual, the wacky duo, PK and Sara, were entertaining the listeners with an intriguing point of contention: Should you, should you not (try to, at least) change for your partner.

So last Friday, as I was standing in line at Starbucks in Bangsar Village I, a sweet voice in front of the cashier stopped me cold from scrolling the handheld:

“I’ll have a tall, decaf, non-fat, flat latte, please,” said the lanky, pleasant-looking woman, probably in her early 40s, placing her order in a single breath.

Kanser Payudaraku by Dalilah Tamrin was launched together with 200 other titles published by DBP, a statutory body set up in 1956 to propel the use of the Malay language as a language of knowledge, intellect and unity.