The Good, the Bad, and the Aunties
(Sprache: Englisch)
"After an ultra-romantic honeymoon across Europe, Meddy Chan and her husband Nathan have landed in Jakarta to spend Chinese New Year with her entire extended family. Chinese New Year, already the biggest celebration of the Lunar calendar, gets even more...
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"After an ultra-romantic honeymoon across Europe, Meddy Chan and her husband Nathan have landed in Jakarta to spend Chinese New Year with her entire extended family. Chinese New Year, already the biggest celebration of the Lunar calendar, gets even more festive when a former beau of Second Aunt's shows up at the Chan residence bearing extravagant gifts-he's determined to rekindle his romance with Second Aunt and the gifts are his way of announcing his courtship. His grand gesture goes awry however, when it's discovered that not all the gifts were meant for Second Aunt and the Chans-one particular gift was intended for a business rival to cement their alliance and included by accident. Of course the Aunties agree that it's only right to return the gift-after all, anyone would forgive an honest mistake, right? But what should have been a simple retrieval turns disastrous and suddenly Meddy and the Aunties are helpless pawns in a decades-long war between Jakarta's most powerful business factions. The fighting turns personal, however, when Nathan and the Aunties are endangered and it's up to Meddy to come up with a plan to save them all. Determined to rescue her loved ones, Meddy embarks on an impossible mission--but with the Aunties by her side, nothing is truly impossible."--
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1The wind is a constant song in my ears, the air so cold and refreshing it sparkles against my cheeks as I whoosh down the ski slope. I can't believe this is the first time I've tried skiing. Growing up, Ma and the aunts had forbidden me from doing any "dangerous sports," which included anything more physically strenuous than chess or piano. When I was five, I suggested that I wanted to try out for the girls' soccer team. In response, Ma smacked her palms to her cheeks and wailed, "Aiya, the ball will hit you in the head and you will get brain hemo-hedge!"
"What's a brain hemo-hedge?" Images of a hedge growing out of my head swirled through my mind.
Ma waved her hands around her head, opening and closing her hands. "Is when all the blood come out of your head. All the blood."
My mind replaced the hedge bursting out of my head with buckets of blood exploding from it in a red geyser. I swallowed, feeling ill. "Wait, so this is a thing that happens when people play soccer?"
Ma nodded sagely.
My mouth dropped open in horror. "Jenny plays soccer!" I couldn't believe that Mrs. Andrews would let Jenny play such a dangerous sport.
Ma nodded again, this time somberly. "Ah yes. This because Jenny is middle child. You should be grateful you are only child."
After that day, I hugged Jenny tight whenever I could, because the poor thing had no idea she was (1) this close to having her head explode like a watermelon on the beach, and (2) unloved due to her fraught position in the family as a middle child.
Soccer was the first sport to be deemed too deadly by Ma, but over the next few months, she and the aunties added to the growing list.
Softball: The ball will smash right through your chest and come out the other side!
Basketball: The ball will decopitot you! (Decopitot: verb. To have something hit you in the head so forcefully that your head is replaced by that thing. Highly probable when playing high-velocity, high-strength sports like
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basketball in first grade.)
Swimming: There will be a shark in the water, and it will eat you! "But we would swim in the pool, not the s-"
"Are you talking back to your elders??!"
I joined the chess club. I was the worst member in the club because I wasn't actually into chess, but there wasn't a possibility of an errant projectile hitting me and making my head spontaneously combust, so there was that. It wasn't until college that I met Selena, who dragged me to the school gym and introduced me to the wonders of exercise. I found that I liked the rush of endorphins, and later, when I went into wedding photography, it became necessary to start lifting weights so I could carry around my heavy camera equipment without injuring myself. Of course, Ma and the aunts still nagged at me, telling me I was going to give myself a hernia or pop a blood vessel by doing weight training. If they knew that part of my honeymoon with Nathan was a ski trip to Val Thorens, the highest ski resort in France's Trois Vallées, they would freak out like never before. Probably even more than when I accidentally killed Ah Guan, or when we thought that my wedding vendors were mafia.
I'd been resistant toward the idea of skiing before, due to the aforementioned upbringing of doom and disaster when it came to sports, but Nathan had convinced me and enrolled us in a two-day beginners class with a kindly instructor. That was five days ago, and I graduated from bunny slopes to green, and later, to blue slopes. Today is the last day of our trip, and I'm making the best of the remaining time I have here by skiing down my favorite blue slope, Gentiane. It's a wide slope that's so gentle I'm surprised it's a blue and not a green, and because most people prefer the more exciting reds and blacks, Nathan and I are the only two people on the slope for ages.
I glance at him now, skiing next to me. My husband. The term still sends a d
Swimming: There will be a shark in the water, and it will eat you! "But we would swim in the pool, not the s-"
"Are you talking back to your elders??!"
I joined the chess club. I was the worst member in the club because I wasn't actually into chess, but there wasn't a possibility of an errant projectile hitting me and making my head spontaneously combust, so there was that. It wasn't until college that I met Selena, who dragged me to the school gym and introduced me to the wonders of exercise. I found that I liked the rush of endorphins, and later, when I went into wedding photography, it became necessary to start lifting weights so I could carry around my heavy camera equipment without injuring myself. Of course, Ma and the aunts still nagged at me, telling me I was going to give myself a hernia or pop a blood vessel by doing weight training. If they knew that part of my honeymoon with Nathan was a ski trip to Val Thorens, the highest ski resort in France's Trois Vallées, they would freak out like never before. Probably even more than when I accidentally killed Ah Guan, or when we thought that my wedding vendors were mafia.
I'd been resistant toward the idea of skiing before, due to the aforementioned upbringing of doom and disaster when it came to sports, but Nathan had convinced me and enrolled us in a two-day beginners class with a kindly instructor. That was five days ago, and I graduated from bunny slopes to green, and later, to blue slopes. Today is the last day of our trip, and I'm making the best of the remaining time I have here by skiing down my favorite blue slope, Gentiane. It's a wide slope that's so gentle I'm surprised it's a blue and not a green, and because most people prefer the more exciting reds and blacks, Nathan and I are the only two people on the slope for ages.
I glance at him now, skiing next to me. My husband. The term still sends a d
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Autoren-Porträt von Jesse Sutanto
Jesse Q. Sutanto
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jesse Sutanto
- 2024, 304 Seiten, Masse: 13,7 x 20,5 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley
- ISBN-10: 0593546229
- ISBN-13: 9780593546222
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Sutanto packs in loads of local color, and gives the aunties ample opportunity to let their freak flags fly. Publishers WeeklySutanto delivers another addictive romp, managing to negotiate a thrilling (multi) happily-everafter finale because, alas, this concludes the Aunties series. Booklist
Sutanto s hilarious triptych ends with a finale that could just as well have been titled An Auntie You Can t Refuse. Kirkus Reviews
"The Good, the Bad, and the Aunties is a fun, fast-paced read and a satisfying conclusion to the popular series." BookPage
"Jesse Q. Sutanto puts both the action and the comedy in this story at the forefront. One second, you ll be worrying for Meddy s life, and in the next second, you ll be cracking up at a comment one of her aunties made. To put it simply, Jesse Q. Sutanto has a gift." Culturess
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