I can't remember why I picked up this book, or what piqued my initial curiosity. Thanks to the library, though, I finally got around to finishing it and boy did it make me think a lot. My thoughts in no particular order: 1. I am simultaneously relieved and disappointed that my mom wasn't much of a tiger mom. I'm sure my younger self was glad she wasn't as strict/cruel/militaristic/etc. as Amy Chua's exaggerated character. Still, older me is wondering why the hell he can't get his act together and get shit done sometimes. I wonder if where I am today could've been improved with a stricter, but better guided childhood. 2. When I have kids, I wonder how I'll approach child rearing, especially now that I'll have this book gnawing at the back of my mind. There's not question that I'm far more familiar with the Western style of raising children, but I also wouldn't want to rely solely on that to get my kids through to adulthood. I...
The thoughts, observations, and blunders of a wanderer.