A little reading wrap up for the month of March 2020 in which I celebrated International Women's Day by only reading books by women authors across the month. I hosted a readathon for this and quite a few people joined in - which is good for a first readathon. In this blog post, I talk about all the books I read in March 2020.
At a time when my confidence in my abilities was at an all-time low, I read a book called Nikola Tesla: Imagination and the Man Who Invented the 20th Century. Written by Sean Patrick, this short eBook is a confidence-booster and a savior for those creative people who are questioning their worth. This book easily shot up on my favorite list. And I know that it will remain there for the rest of eternity.
I've said it once, I'll say it again: Jeffrey Archer is one of my favorite authors of all time! And to see his books coming hot out of the press, it feels like he's writing just for me. If an author manages to make that level of connection with their readers, then they obviously have to be among the best. And Jeffrey Archer is one such! He brings in unexpected twists, shocks and surprises you, makes you laugh, makes you swear, makes you cry, but no matter what, you'll fall in love with his writing!
I LOVE ANGIE THOMAS! There’s no two ways about it. She got me in The Hate U Give. She got me in On the Come Up. Seriously. HOW DOES SHE DO THAT?!
I had heard about this non-fiction book and that it was simply amazing but I had never heard of Henrietta Lacks before. When I hadn’t read this, I went, “What is this book?” And when I finished it, I went, “Why didn’t I know about Henrietta Lacks when the whole world knows about her now?”
Tomi Adeyemi's Children of Blood and Bone was one of my favorite books of 2018. It had magic, it had fierce female characters, it was an amazingly written fantasy - almost everything went well for it. I went into it with expectations and came out so happy (because of the writing), and torn because of how heartbreaking it was. It felt like a long, long time till the sequel came out and now that it's here, I'm here going axhsrytgaoppeefbhhbjfjhusdfuodni!
The Universe as we know it is a bouquet of multitudinous, constantly revolving, constantly moving objects. In the largest scheme of things, we figure as nothing but mere specks. God, the one Creator of everything that exists, made sure that existence didn’t show bias. Everything, from the brightest star to the dullest meteor is allowed to take its own path. Occasionally, there are explosions from them running in to each other, but who’s complaining? There are after all, certain laws that keep them away from each other most of the time. And that’s just how the Universe works. If God is content with watching the Universe learn on its own, how does one planet’s haughty rebellion even matter?
Before I say anything else, let me get this out of the way: I’ve got a whole new level of admiration for Maria Sharapova now that I’ve read her autobiography! "The ITF didn’t draw any attention to the fact that they were suddenly banning a supplement that was being legally used by millions of people. That was their mistake."
Bronte Huskinson is a lady who is sweet and fierce in the way she talks about books, issues, and everything in between that you can’t help but admire her through your mobile screen. Her aesthetic is on point, as they call it these days. Her blog is smart and pleasing to the eye as well as the mind. She plans her content out, at a level that’s nothing short of inspirational. I basically hang on to every word that she has to say.
I have never read a book by Aarti V Raman before. She’s been on my radar, but I’ve never gotten the chance to read her work before. But this time, I did pick up one of her books and now, I know that any time I want to read a well-written romance by an Indian author, I’m going to go and read one of her books. And that’s all thanks to The Worst Daughter Ever!