The thing about today’s world is that it is lost in a haze of mindless competitions and artificial nourishments. What if we actually do something to rectify this situation? With this, too, there is a problem. We have the right intent to do something that will make our lives easier, but most importantly, as the author says in this book, the lives of those around us easier. Because isn’t that what a good life is all about? Keep your comforts but make sure they don’t cause any discomfort to those around you.
I’d received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. There were a number of reasons I accepted this, the biggest being that it had been a long time since I read a good romance. Reading the blurb told me that I was going to read one such. Of course, the title promises some steamy scenes, but there is more to it than just that, as I will get to in a minute.
Artist Jayant Kripalani is used to bringing stories to life visually, be it in film, television, or theater. But he is also an author whose first book, New Market Tales, brought out nostalgia and history in full force. And now, his second book Cantilevered Tales, promises to bring reality to the fiction that we read. The story of everyday people and their quirks, Cantilevered Tales has a simple but attractive cover, and an even intriguing blurb.
With its large number of positive ratings, I’d hoped to read Kochery C. Shibu’s Men and Dreams in the Dhauladhar someday. And when I got a review copy from Writers Melon, I jumped at the opportunity. It was with the hope that this excitement would be vindicated and that the story would appeal to me that I started reading this book.
Today is Valentine’s Day – a day of celebration for couples, and a day of anger, wistfulness, or in some cases, even disgust for many singles. In India, however, Valentine’s Day is looked down upon as a tradition that looks to bring down Indian culture. With moral policing unfairly taking higher precedence in this one-sided war against love, there is a growing need for more open-mindedness and lesser high-handed treatment of free will. [Wow, that rhymed!]
I got the early copy of House of Rougeaux from NetGalley in exchange for feedback. My impression of books from sites that give away books for review is that the books there are not always ‘wow’. The covers are enticing, the blurbs even more so. But then the stories mostly turn out to be narratives where the authors simply don’t know what they are doing.
There are zombie books that make you shudder in fright, and there are those that make you pee your pants. But what if the entire zombie epidemic has a reason behind it and we are unjustly blaming them for everything? What if we can coexist in harmony? A lot of what ifs that are answered in this short, fun story by Frank Livingston and Janee Livingston.
There were three things about A.K. Asif’s Hell! No Saints in Paradise that attracted my attention. First, the cover. Dark and broody, there was no question that the book was going to be a roller-coaster that explored the possibilities of the existence of Heaven and Hell. Second, the title. With a title such as Hell! No Saints in Paradise, a paradox in itself, it is hard to rein in one’s curiosity. And lastly, the blurb, one that expanded on what the cover led me to believe.
The BFG was my first Roald Dahl book. And this was after I watched the movie that came out last year. I know, I know! 27 years old (then) and never having read one of the most classic writers of all time. I know it’s a shame. But you know what they say. Better late than never. It’s never too late to fall in love with a story, however simple, however bumbling the protagonist is.
The trailer of Coco seemed to me to be bright and happy and intriguingly heartwarming. There’s music, there are smiles, there are tears, there’s anger, there are people who you can relate to, and then, there are skeletons in the closet. When I say skeletons in the closet, I mean it in the most honest, literal way ever. And oh, what a terrific combination this turns out to be!