SF and I are buddy-reading One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and all I want to say is — what on God’s good green earth is happening in this book? I picked it up because I was so enthralled by his writing in Of Love and Other Demons, and SF picked it... Continue Reading →
There's this collection of short stories by Raymond Carver that I read from time to time. It's a small book, the cover is teal and red, and it is light in the way library books were light when you pulled them out from the oldest shelves. It is yellowed that way too and smells like... Continue Reading →
Finally, I have finished reading The Grapes of Wrath. It was my second Steinbeck book after Of Mice and Men. For anyone who has been following this blog, you would know that I have been reading this book for over four months now. It took a great while, but as I mention to fellow book... Continue Reading →
The Prophet Jacob had twelve sons, the Prophet Jesus twelve apostles. Prophet Joseph, whose story is told in the 12th surah of the Qur’an, was his father’s favourite child. Twelve loaves of bread the Jews placed at their tables. Twelve golden lions guarded the throne of Solomon. There were six steps up to the throne,... Continue Reading →
Until further notice, it has been established at this juncture that I am not a reader of books, but of authors. For these days, I have scrounged and chowed down everything about Joseph Brodsky that I could find. The Russian poet and essayist has not only caught my fancy, but bewitched my mind so much... Continue Reading →
For long I have refrained from writing about prevalent, plaguing social issues such as the bully that is patriarchy, pressures of marriage for age rather than reason, the stench and hypocrisy that is politics and more. Though I could never articulate why I couldn't bring myself to do it, today I have found someone who... Continue Reading →
When I started reading Elif Shafak, I had no inkling that I would be introduced to a new country, its people, its amalgamated culture, and discover a city that I will come to love and eventually visit. What struck me most about reading Elif Shafak was how a book made of paper became a window into... Continue Reading →
The book being The Silver Linings Playbook. In an extraordinary turn of events, the trailer of the movie made me pick up the book. More so because I cannot watch the movie during Ramzan but I can read a book. Teehee. 😀 amarllyis 1; Movie Abstinence 0. Must say that it's a swift, wonderfully written debut novel.... Continue Reading →
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