My book group is reading "The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down" by Anne Fadiman during the month of September.
Actually, I'm being generous with myself by calling it my book group. I joined last year but only went to one meeting. I love to read and I do read the books every month, but somehow I just don't ever manage to make it to the meeting. There's a lot of reasons: I only see my kids a few hours a day after school, and I feel guilty when I miss that time with them. Whim needs a break after being with the boys all day and when I go out, he has to manage the boys on his own all evening, too. It's expensive. And even though I like it, it's draining for me to spend time with people after school.
Anyway. This month, I'm not going to miss it. I'm only 75 pages in, but I feel a connection to this story. Anne Fadiman writes about a Hmong family's struggle to juxtapose their cultural understanding of epilepsy with the American medical system.
Again, L has RAS, not epilepsy, but I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that there probably aren't going to be many books out there about southeast Asian kids with RAS. The Thailand and seizure connection is enough, and the third-culture element is icing on the cake. I'll take what I can get.