Hi there, I’m Jona!
Ha Noi, Viet Nam
This blog is problematically named. I travel with books.
I'm unapologetically feminist. Unapologetically loud. Unapologetically independent. Unapologetically bitchy. Unapologetically domesticated. Unapologetically laugh-loving. Unapologetically growing.
For real-time stories, puns, self-deprecating awkwardness, find me somewhere else.
Some years ago, I had an altar of “when you’re broken” reading list. They comprise of Michael Ondaatje’s "The English Patient," Alice Munro’s "The Progress of Love," and Andre Aciman’s "Call Me By Your Name." And the staple Mary Oliver’s “In Blackwater Woods,” Jack Gilbert’s “Failing and Flying,” Derek Walcott’s “Love After Love,” and the pseudo-poem of Jorge Luis Borges’ “After A While You Learn.” I read them. Again. And again. Cried. And cried. Soothed myself. Healed myself through their words again. Cried again. Read them again. This predictable yet painful cycle of breaking and mending. Each pain is different. Each healing is different.