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The Flower of Phon Thong is a biography that reads like a novel. It is the compelling story about the life of Kayson Nahmoonrahk. Born in one of the poorest areas of Thailand, she struggles to survive while searching for self-purpose and love. The journey bridges two continents, taking the reader on a rollercoaster of emotions that include romance, tragedy, heart break, and triumph.
It is also a story of a spiritual awakening where what is real and unreal can become clouded and where one's dreams may often collide with daily experience. It is about giving and learning the true meaning of happiness.
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Normally, biographies are about famous people, and for that reason people buy them. However, if that were the only criteria for a good biography, then this book would be of no interest to anyone. Kayson is not famous, nor did she ever want to be. This is true a story about an ordinary person whose circumstances and instincts for survival provide the background for a journey that few have ever had to travel. Written by her husband, it is a biography that will hold your interst from beginning to end.
Below are some exerpts from the book that give you a sample of the writing style. You can click on the link at the bottom to read additional sample exerpts. The author has taken great care to capture what it was like to grow up in Thailand during the early 1950's and the beginning and end of the Vietnam war. The 382-page book is beautifully illustrated with over 250 actual photos and illustrations that make the text come alive. | |
"The current was strong, as I felt it rushing through my hair. I don't know how long I was submerged. It was like time had somehow stopped. Then I sensed a strong hand grasping my hand, pulling me from the water. As my head surfaced, I clutched at the grass along the creek bank." [Chapter Two]
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"The trains were standing still waiting for the people to board. Suddenly, I heard the sound of escaping steam from one of the train’s engines as the engineer stoked its boiler, and the train started to move forward to leave the station. I was frightened thinking that perhaps it was our train to Khon Kaen and somehow my mother had left without me. " [Chapter Three]
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