I usually don’t get excited about nonfiction books. But somehow, A Walk in the Woods was somehow inexplicably pulling me towards it. Maybe because it is travel-related that I was so excited to start reading this book. It is saying something when just 2 pages in, I fell in awe with the man called Bill Bryson.
I had requested a copy of The Man on the Middle Floor from NetGalley based solely on its cover. And I read it a long time after I got it. So long that I only hoped that it justified my faith in the unknown.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is a trailblazer when it comes to feminism. She says she is not an expert on the subject, but with her simple, sensible ideas, she is absolutely one. She knows what is right and what isn’t. Those things that we take to be absolutely okay in everyday life, she shows why they really aren’t. She has strong reasons for this, those that you can’t refute, try as you might. I love how she puts forth her ideas, be it in TED Talks, or in her books.
The first ever Hindi novel that I read was Divya Prakash Dubey’s Masala Chay, because who doesn’t get intrigued by such a title? No, I’m not a chai-addict, though I know of people who cannot live without it. Anyway, once I’d finished Masala Chay, I knew I wouldn’t be going to another Hindi book for a long time. It isn’t that I couldn’t read it easily; only, it took more effort than it would take for me to read an English book.
A Charm of Finches is the second in the Venery series – a detail that escaped me until it was too late and I had committed to reviewing it. This book is a free copy from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. So I started with the hope that I could keep up, despite not reading the first in the series, and that I’d still like A Charm of Finches.
The first thing that comes to mind when you see this title, The Other Woman is not what the story is about. As against what the title suggests, this is not a story of infidelity. It is about accommodating the people in the life of the love of your life, into your own. That is exactly what got me hooked on to this one.
The blurb of Turtles All The Way Down is interesting. Not because it indicates mental illness, not because it indicates a certain level of mystery-solving, not because it seems like a novel that strives to be much more than what it looks like. But because it combines all the qualities and becomes much more than what it looks like.
There’s nothing better in the world than feeling pumped after reading a good book or watching a good movie. Okay, I agree. Not all books and not all movies are entertaining. But you get the general idea. It is the anticipation that is most exciting.
Agatha Christie, the Queen of crime thrillers, was an enigma unto herself, one that the world has been enamored with long after she passed from it. In every book she wrote, every story she built, she made sure she put her everything in those words. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is one such story, the end of which leaves the reader reeling with shock.