While Jane Austen’s 'Emma' and J.R.R. Tolkien’s 'The Lord of the Rings' trilogy were two of the classics that I couldn’t read more than 10 pages of, 'The Great Gatsby' is one of those that I finished last year and one that I liked. 'Three Men in a Boat' is the only other classic that I absolutely loved.
I usually write a short introduction to my book reviews, talking about how I came across this book and any personal trivia related to it. But I’m struggling to come up with a proper written introduction to this book because of how intense it is and because of how much I was and am still affected by it.
First off, I was so excited to start reading this book. I’d been waiting for it for so long that I cannot even explain how happy it made me feel to hold it and start reading. It feels surreal actually. And secondly, A Man Called Ove was part of my list of 10 Books That I Hope to Read in 2018. I can’t believe I actually finished reading it. But I do know this: Picking A Man Called Ove and reading it is one of the best decisions I made in my life.
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.
There has hardly ever been a day that has passed in which I haven’t dreamt of breaking free and hopping from one continent to another without a worry in the world. I have dreamt of snowy landscapes of the Himalayas to urban epicenters like Times Square to quaint little villages in the corners of Greece or Italy. I have dreamt of weightless travel and tensionless zipping from one city to another. I have dreamt of a lot of things, yet I know that there are many dreams that will be left unfulfilled, for how many places can I actually “definitely go” to?
I had requested a copy of this book from NetGalley a long time ago and received it half-a-long-time ago. When I decided to read it, I didn’t remember what it was about Two Women that drew me in. Was it that the title had ‘women’ in it? Was it that, for a change, the story was ALL about women? Was it the cover that pulled me in? Whatever it was, I was glad I forgot because then, I could be surprised if I liked it. Or if I didn’t.
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.
I read Suanne Laqueur’s A Charm of Finches in March this year and was blown away with how beautifully she portrayed emotions and reality. This book is the second in the Venery series, but I felt comfortable reading it because it could even pass off as a standalone book. I wrote a review of the book and posted it on my blog (which you can read here), and to Goodreads. And then I forgot all about it.
An introduction to my new YouTube channel, The Melodramatic Bookworm.
While I have my first read of the year figured out, it is what I hope to read during the rest of the year that excites me. Right now, as I write this article, I have 195 books, both hard copies and Kindle eBooks that I have yet to read. Still, you cannot stop a booklover from making purchases whenever the discount gods are sweet on them!