I just finished reading this, which is a good example of a person doing the impressive job of chronicling their life by describing what happened, as opposed to a marvellous writer rendering events in a way that connects with the reader and results in a beautiful piece of work.

I almost threw this book out the window when our hero (whose family "lost everything" under the Palestinian occupation) finishes private school, studies abroad at two expensive schools in London, and then decides to drop everything and stay in India for three months because he decided he likes yoga.

I have not yet decided what to read next but it better involve someone suffering eloquently and facing life consequences, goddammit. Perhaps it will be The Chronology of Water.