dressing emotions

So, I spent most of Tuesday ruing my decision to make myself a salad the night before as my body did everything in its power to rid itself of the dressing that I had found so innocently lying in wait in my refrigerator. Evil dressing. Nevertheless, food poisoning does open up quite a lot of time for reading, so I made it through about the first 50 pages of my book (Silence), not including the Introduction and Prologue I had read in an earlier sitting. Note to future readers of this book: I highly recommend the Intro and Prologue.

Why? Because without them I would feel even more ignorant than I already did. So far this book has evoked in me a spectrum of feelings: ignorance of world (and in this case, Japanese) history; shock and sadness at the ways in which the Japanese Christians of that day (mid 1600s) were persecuted; anger at the "missionary" attitude of the Portuguese priests and the emptiness of religious ritual apart from truth and relationship; and curiosity at the fact that apparently there is a Japanese phrase used by a 17th century Portuguese priest most closely translated into English as "helter-skelter." Now that I have gotten into my book, I am greatly intrigued as to how it will all turn out, and what emotion I will feel next.