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Book Abandonment– Reckless or Sensible?

I’ve done this thing for a really long time where I ditch books if I don’t feel like reading them just then, or if I think I want to read them but am just unable to, for whatever reason.
This happens a fair amount but I’m noticing it now because I did it to two books in the last week, and now I’m wondering: am I abandoning these books permanently?
I have historically always read all my books, even if it’s taken me years to get round to it. But I’ve never before had these many new unread books just sitting around and I’m freaking out a little.
I already broke my book ban today. Sigh. I was going to read The Lord of the Rings (Yes, for the first time. No, I don’t know what took me so long.) which I’ve had sitting around for ages when my friend said I should read the Hobbit first. She said she wishes she’d done that too.
So I went and bought the Kindle edition of the Hobbit. -eyeroll- I could have just borrowed it but noooo. Where’s the fun in being so sensible?
Now, I have panic attacks thinking I’ll never read these books and that I’m a huge wastrel.
At the same time, what’s the freaking POINT of spending ages on a book that you’re not in the mood for just then? Life is short, time is limited and the books you buy won’t run away. Right?
The book ban continues, but I need to read what I’m in the mood for even if it means getting around to certain books a little later. Don’t you think?
Like right now, I’m just speeding through the Hobbit like an excitable child. It makes a nice change of pace from the painfully flowery writing style of Jeffrey Eugenides’s in The Virgin Suicides. I put up with it in Middlesex, and yes, it was worth it, and I absolutely will read it, but I feel up to something more fast paced right now. You know?
So what do you guys think? Should I continue to read what I want when I want or should I stick to the books I pick up till the end, or decide once and for all never to pick them up, and refuse any flexibility?
What do you prefer to do personally? 🙂 Let me know in the comments!
And don’t forget to find me and hang out on all the social media platforms. I’m interesting everywhere. Promise!
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That’s all for today.

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Currently Reading

Hello one, hello all. I’ve been reading really slowly lately, especially since I left my job. I’ve been playing with Terry and also watching a lot of bad TV.
I was reading Our Moon has Blood Clots by Rahul Pandita, which is beautiful, and I’m still reading it.
But I went shopping on Sunday and I bought another bunch of books that I was dying to get started with. (Expect book haul post by end of week)
I picked up one book on a whim and I decided to start reading it first. I read about 40 pages and I must say, it’s insanely engaging. I really want to dig in and keep reading which has not happened in a few months, to be honest. My speed had changed joyous and maniacal to slow and steady. (And sometimes just slow.)
Let’s see if this book brings me back into reading like I used to at least until I start working again.
Errr I almost forgot. The book I’m reading is A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki.
Loving it!
Excuse the hastily typed out post. I was super excited and eager to tell everyone about the book.
Will write again real soon. Getting back to reading.

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The Book Blogger Confessions Tag

I found this tag on Bluechickenninja’s blog and as you know, I do so love a good viral tag post. So I’m giving it a go! 😀
Here we go, then 🙂
Which book, most recently, did you not finish?
Is it really bad that I actually can’t I can’t remember the last time I abandoned a book because I just didn’t want to read it. I’m a mood-reader and I have books lying around for months before I get into them. And then I often gobble them up in a day. I have to REALLY want to read a book, or I just can’t.
The last book I’m almost sure I won’t read is Midnight’s Children by Rushdie. It was just… weird.
The last book that I haven’t read but will, is The Circle by Dave Eggers, because I’m just not in the mood for it right now. 🙂 I abandoned it in April.

Which book is your guilty pleasure?
I have written a post about why I abhor the idea of a guilty pleasure book.
I stand by that, but the book I’ve been turning to when I’m in a bad mood is Bridget Jones’s Diary, which I’ve been able to read without embarrassing myself because I have it on Kindle. 😀 :p

Which book do you love to hate?
I don’t like any over-serious romance books but none spring to mind because I don’t read many of those.
I also strongly dislike God of Small Things by Arundathi Roy.
I don’t love to hate any books although I do confess to twitching when I see someone read Nicholas Sparks.

Which book would you throw into the sea?
Oh yes. The answer to this popped up into my head the minute I read the question, so strong is my dislike of this book.
Story time: I read this book more than 4 years ago, and I was typing out a review of it for an erstwhile blog of mine.
I didn’t mention the name or write a synopsis because I wanted to vent out (my rather strong) feelings first.
While it was still being edited, a friend read the review, sans any particulars, and she honest to god recognised what book I meant just by reading how much it pissed me off. True story.
This book is Almost Single by Advaita Kala and it is absurd and full of clichés and cringeworthy and I would gladly throw every last copy of it in to the sea.

Which book have you read the most?
I used to reread books a lot as a kid, but I don’t want to talk about those. It’s more interesting to think of what book I’ve read the most as an adult, and I don’t mean my ‘guilty pleasure’ books.
I think the book I’ve read most often as an adult is Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. This is such a funny, kind book. It feels like a hug in book form. And it always inspires me to write, at least for a little while. This is one book I just can’t live without and that I’ve read so often it’s looking a bit tattered now even though I only got it a couple of years ago.

Which book would you hate to receive as a present?
This is an odd question. I have never thought of what free books I would hate to get before!
Honestly, and this has happened to me once or twice, I would hate to receive any self-help book, especially if it were a self-help book that the person who is gifting it has read or has heard great things about because there is always a horrifying chance that they’ll keep asking if I read it and what I thought of it. -shudder- Yup that’s my nightmare scenario.
Guys, if you must gift books because you know a reader, gift books that the person would actually enjoy. Please!

Which book could you not live without?
I mentioned as an answer to an earlier question that I could not live without Bird by Bird. I stand by that.
I also can’t ever see my life without Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. (Yes, I am one of those rare people that can pick their favourite Harry Potter book.)
One of my recent loves is Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
I also need The Small Bachelor and Full Moon and Aunts Aren’t Gentlemen by Wodehouse.
And finally, I think I will always want Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett.
Did the question say one book? Whoops…? 😛
Which book made you the angriest?
The book that that made me the angriest recently because it revealed the various discriminations and atrocities that have become internalised in India is A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. It is a story of 4 people who lived during Indira Gandhi’s emergency in the 1970’s and it is the kind of book that is gut-wrenching and thought-provoking and indescribably beautiful. Everyone ever should read it. No joke.

Which book made you cry the most?
I’m not sure actually. Most of the books that I read make me cry at least a little. This is also true of most of the things that I do. In general. I’m a crier. Did I tell you guys that one of my (meaner) friends called me H(owl)er because everything makes me howl? Yeah…

The book that made me cry most recently was Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Adichie, and I think that a book that had me sob heart-rending sobs, so much so that I had to put the book away, is A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini.

Which book cover do you hate the most?
I like a lot of book covers but I don’t have strong negative feelings towards covers. A cover that I dislike on a book that I love is the original hardcover edition of A Casual Vacancy. 


I like the new paperback edition sooo much more and I’ve been eyeing it for a while, but I haven’t bought it because there are a lot of new books that I have also been additionally eyeing.The book lover life, I tell you. Uff.

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Well, there you have it. My confessions/another excuse to talk about more books!

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Currently Reading (and not writing. As usual.)

Hello, my good people.
A quick update is in order, so that you know I’m still alive and in my senses. Cheers to that! :p
Work has picked up pace a little and I’ve been busy. And when I get home, I want to do nothing more than stare at my puppy, so that does not help with the writing. Oops?
I have been reading a bit though, on the commute and in my breaks when I’m alone. I’m on Wyrd Sisters by Pratchett right now and it is actually not inaccurate to say that every spare moment in my life is occupied by a Terry. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I so badly want to hug Terry Pratchett when I read some of his lines. I wish he could have lived and written another 10 books at least. 🙁 Well, I do still have a lot of the Discworld series to get through so I’m REALLY excited about that. I really discovered him too late but I’m happy that I have so much of him left to get to know because of my ignorance. :p
I leave you with the opening lines of the book which just sucked me in and male me want to never put it down. (Though I do have to put it down because adulthood. :|)

The wind howled. The lightning stabbed at the earth erratically like an inefficient assassin.

Read this book, people. And read Pratchett in general. It brings happiness and good health.

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Book Review | The Robber Bride

This is a review of the book The Robber Bride by Margaret Atwood.

I found this book in my favourite secondhand bookstore and thought at first that it’s about a woman who literally comes back from the dead; like a paranormal deal, you know? And I bought it because there hadn’t been an Atwood book that I haven’t enjoyed, irrespective of theme or genre. So I went ahead and bought it, in the interest of broadening my horizons in terms of the genres that I read. However, when I realised what the book was really about, I was struck by the misogynistic theme of the story. It’s about a “femme fatale” who sleeps with and “steals” men who are in relationships, for the heck of it, in addition to swlndling people and free-loading whenever she can. Her name is Zenia, and she is the negative protagonist of this book, and so wonderfully poisonous. I know someone a bit like her in real life, so I had no issues in believing in her existence.

I was really concerned; especially considering that Atwood is famously a feminist writer, and she seemed to have written a book about a Robber Bride who seduces innocent men, who are then absolved of all blame, because well, they’re powerless to the charms of the seductress. I decided to read it anyway, because I had already bought it, so I might as well. :p

Well, a few pages in to this book, I was already hooked. No joke. I said this in an earlier post of mine as well, that the writing style was so arresting that reading about the most mundane daily routine of a woman was suddenly fascinating. So I kept reading.

There are three protagonists in this story, Tony, Roz and Charis, and they are all very different people. I really liked that the book had distinct voices for each of them. I must say that the character I liked most was Roz, even though I liked her the least when she was viewed through Tony’s eyes.

Anyway, as to the theme of the book; the fact I realised was that the book functions as a social commentary, for lack of a better word, abou the way women are seen (were seen?) or see themselves.

A constant recurrence throughout the book was the realisation in the back of the minds of these women that their thoughts ot actions are somewhat counter-intuitive or hypocritical, but they continue to behave the same way, motivated by things like societal pressures, affection/protectiveness or the mere need for self-preservation or even a fear of being alone, That’s… very real somehow.

Some of the things said and done about Zenia still made me very uncomfortable at times, as did the portrayal of every male character in the book as weak, spineless and entirely vulnerable to the charms of the succubus. My problem with such a depiction was twofold, in that it simultaneously dehumanised the men while also exempting them from all culpability for their clearly wrong act of cheating while in a committed relationship. Maybe the reason for this portrayal is that that was the way in which each of the protagonists viewed the men, but I find myself unable to buy this reasoning somehow.

Roz and Charis’s relationships with their children were heart-warming and made me chuckle. I must use take this time to admit that people who have good relationships with their childen are increasingly endearing to me. Plus, I’ve been feeling increasingly affectionate to little kids and I’ve bitten my lips to stop “I want one!” from getting out. Also, this disturbing state of afairs started after I got my puppy. …What? I’m just as confused as you are. Pray with me that my longings are restricted to hazelnut cappuccinos, long daytime naps and nachos like a normal 22 year old, in the future. Please!

I was surprised and glad to see the inclusion of a gay character the book, along with an acknowledgement that gay men do need to lead double lives in order to flourish in a corporate environment.

Overall, this book was a good experience. Due to the philosophical differences mentioned above and because the pace got a little sluggish in the middle, with the predictable flashbacks at the beginning of each shift in narration, I gave this book 4 stars instead of 5.

I don’t know if I’d recommend it to people, in the sense that if someone asked if it’s a good book, I would say “Yes, definitely.” but I didn’t take enough away from the book or feel myself changed or impacted for having read it, and so, I don’t really want to actively tell people to go ahead and read it. Make what you wish out of that complicated sentiment!

That’s it for now, guys.
Hoot. 🙂
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Out-of-body experiences and complete overhauls

Look at the date, everyone! It’s 3rd of June! Those of you keeping tabs on my life, and I sincerely believe that all the followers of my blog are, ought to therefore be eagerly awaiting my update about my job! I have been at work for 3 days as of today! Huzzah! I’m an advocate! I really like my workplace and my coworkers, if anyone is wondering, which I again sincerely believe all of you are!
My reading isn’t suffering as much as I expected because I’ve been told to leave by 8.30 pm, which still leaves me sufficient time to read and relax at home. I’m presently reading NW by Zadie Smith, which is so arresting and well-written that I deserve a medal for being able to put it down. It’s a sign of growth and maturity, if I do say so myself. -sigh- Bloody adulthood, huh?
I’m reading this for a book club, and I suggested it myself because I loved On Beauty so much. have about a 150 pages of The Robber Bride left to read, which I haven’t yet because the book is too big to carry to work. Can you believe this is what it has come to?! Hmph. I’ll pick it up tonight after work.
I didn’t yesterday because I spent most of last night catching up on Doctor Who episodes, and I was in heaven! I’m watching quality TV and watching movies now, per my resolution from the beginning of the year to appreciate other media, and not just print. As a rule, I’m very much of a book snob and I’m trying to fix that. 🙂
I recently watched Mad Max: Fury Road and ADORED it. Much feminism, such love!
Oh, also, I went to a bookstore to celebrate the end of my carefree life, and I bought a ton of books. Aspirational, they are. Do you guys want to see a book haul? Maybe I’ll do one this weekend. 🙂 so there’s that to look forward to. Yay!
So… this is my life now, folks. 🙂


Here us a picture of my puppy concentrating on deep matters such as the fact that his ball is out of reach. Okay. NOW this my life, guys. :p Da puppeh is preciousest. 😀
Well, that’s it for now.

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Currently Reading

Hello all! I have an update for you guys. I’ve finally had the courage to make a start on my novel. The dystopic one, which has been swirling around in my head for nearly two years. I didn’t write a lot of it, partly because I have a puppy now and he’s a full-time occupation, and partly because I was really clever and I went and tore a ligament in my ankle which means I’m hobbling about in a cast on top of everything else. Tsk.
I procured a copy of Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones hoping for some inspiration. 🙂 I’ve started reading it now and I really like the way she writes.
I don’t know about you guys, but I really like new age zen stuff when it’s applied to writing. 🙂 I also like matter of fact stuff, though, like Stephen King’s On Writing, which is also part memoir.
Speaking of books on writing, I don’t know if you guys know this about me, but I worship Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird and I had this issue where I had to carry it with me at all times back and forth from college and I reread it very often. This was along with Emily Climbs by L.M Montgomery, Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett, and a number of others. It got to that place where I couldn’t carry any new books to or from college because I had so many books that I “could not live without” either at home or in college. The list of books I cannot live without grows monthly. 😐
It’s also a pain in the arse because the stingy plane -people give you a luggage limit of 15 kilos which meant choosing between books or clothes. Legitly.
I think I developed back and shoulder issues because my backpack and my handbag (that I pretended were super light to the airport authorities) were stuffed with at least 25 books between them.
Is there a point to this story, you ask? Yes. Yes there is.
I strongly suspected that this book was going to end up being a favourite and did not buy it even though I coveted it for ages because it wasn’t available for the Kindle. (what gives, Amazon? Jeez.) So, I ordered it and had it sent home aa a welcome home gift from me to me: The best kind of gifts, basically.
And between having papers to write and a puppy to smother with love, I had NO TIME to start it till right now. Yes, I read two other novels in the interim, but let’s not tell the book about those. -shifty eyes-
-takes a deep gasping breath-

I’ll give you guys updates on how I like it everyday, even, if you’re interested.

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Life without Moderation– Tales of a Deranged Reader

I finally finished reading The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing! It took me a little over three weeks, which must be something of a record for me by itself. When combined with the fact that I had a major book hangover after reading East of Eden, it meant that my reading in February REALLY suffered. I read two books and about a 100 pages of The Golden Notebook.

However, in March, I met Jeffrey Archer at a signing and bought his latest Clifton Chronicles book, Mightier than the Sword. I really didn’t enjoy the 4th installment to this series but I faithfully bought the newest installment. I also bought ANOTHER copy of Not a Penny More, Not a Penny Less and got it signed because it’s my favourite book by him. I’ve always wondered, is it an insult or a compliment to a prolific author if their first book remains your favourite? What do you guys think?

Anyway, after getting Mightier than the Sword that day, I broke my rule about not reading any other books until I finished The Golden Notebook and read it. Jeffrey Archer books have never taken me long to read, and I finsihed it off that day. I must say, this is probably my favourite book in the series after the first one. Looks like the man is making a comeback! I’m glad. He was perfectly adorable at his book signing, being all blustering and British. I really do like his books, even though they aren’t “literary” or whatever.

Well, this book, which had a bit of a writing and freedom of speech and expression type theme, seemed to really inspire me to read a lot really fast. REALLY fast. The very next day, I managed to read the remaining 300 odd pages I still had left of The Golden Notebook, and I thoroughly enjoyed the book too, making the long read pretty worth it, to be honest.

Over the next week, (I finished the Golden Notebook on a Sunday.) I have absurdly read 4 more books, which is twice what I read all of February!

Granted, all of the books were only around 350 to 400 pages long, and two of them were romance novels, but I am still quite alarmed at myself. I really really enjoyed two of the four books I read, and one of them, Vanessa and her Sister, by Priya Parmar, is officially one of my favourite books of all time.

I can just feel a happy buzzing in my head as I think of the Bloomsbury Group and their goings-on which are captured so well in this book, and it just hit me that, as difficult as it is to make up characters from scratch, it is far more difficult to write a novel about persons who existed. This book is very much a novel, and it is written mainly in the form of Vanessa Bell’s (the titular protagonist) journal entries mixed with assorted communication between the Boomsbury Group. I loved the atmosphere of intellectual stimulation and sexual liberation that pervaded throughout the book. I so badly wanted to be one of them and to attend just one dinner at the Stephen household and just LISTEN.

In a way, the friendships between the people reminded me of my friendships in college, where I met more people like me, than I have met in my entire life. I adore our conversations and our time here, and the fact that I will be losing all of that in less than a month made the book all the more poignant and more enjoyable to me.

I also loved the beautiful way in which the complicated relationships in this book are depicted. (No spoilers.) I just… well done, Ms. Parmar!  I cannot wait to read her debut novel, and anything else she may ever write, as I told her on Instagram. She actually responded to me, by the way, which was the nicest thing ever!

This book also made me realise that I really need to read E.M Forster, who is one of the people spoken of in this book. In fact, the book opens right after he has his first novel published. He’s returned a neat number of books, which I can now make my way through, so I am very excited about that. Also, I’ve never read any Virginia Woolf either, alarmingly enough. So, if any of you has recommendations to make about either author, and where I may begin with them, I would be very grateful. 

I also really like J, by Howard Jacobson, which was longlisted for the Booker in 2014. I really liked his book, The Finkler Question, which is why I didn’t hesitate to pick this one up, regardless of the fact that it has terrible reviews on Goodreads, and a low rating too. The other reason I decided to get it is that it’s a dystopian novel, which is my favourite genre.

I really loved this book, which is a love story between two very likable characters, in a dystopian world. In this world, something catastrophic has happened which the government is attempting to cover up, while also doing damage control so that such an incident may not recur. This event is referred to as What Happened If it Happened, and is not directly alluded to throughout the book, and even at the end, it is only hinted at. Throughout the book, there was an air of mystery and of menace which really had me hooked. I loved how there were no draconian measures to enforce the rules, but instead they use economic and social sanctions, which are far more effective.

It’s not the best book, and I was quite disappointed with What Happened (If it happened) because it was quite predictable and I don’t know why but the book was so well-written that I wanted it to be…less obvious? I don’t know… What Happened is not really essential to the characters or the world really, and something else could have happened and still led to the same post-apocalyptic world being created. I really love this one line in the book, in fact, where a character says that the violent behaviour of persons, a sign of the times, is not a indication of a looming apocalypse, because they are living in a world where the apocalypse has already occurred. That sent shivers down my spine. (Which is an achievement in Calcutta summer. Just saying.) I really loved the book overall, and I gave it 4 out of 5 stars. So yes.

It has been a good reading week, but an insane one. Next in the pipeline is I am the Messenger, by Markus Zusak, which I am so very excited for. I have exams beginning next week, so wish me luck for them, guys! I’ll try to read less and study more. Promise. I will at least try. Stay tuned to hear of my success rate. 😛 -laughs maniacally and shamelessly and flies away into the moonlight-

Also, have you guys been dreaming of being able to chill with me on social media? Hold on to your hats, because you can! –gasping and applause- Here are the links:



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Knock yourselves out, my lovelies! I’d love to hear from you. <3

Ok, too much love is happening. Must. Control. Self.

That is all (For now. Muahahaha)



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Rules, Ruminations and Reading

I have a few rules about my book-buying and book-reading habits. This is a post about a couple of them.

Also, this could be seen as a currently reading post and also as an explanation for my conspicuous absence. If any of you is mad about that, or is judging me for my ill-discipline, you must try to remember that I really am quite adorable, especially because of my scatter-brained lack of self-control and work ethic. No? No? –Sigh-

Also, this post is a prelude to the book review of the book East of Eden by John Steinbeck. Think of it as a teaser preview. It started off as the book review itself but the customary rambling at the start of the post got alarmingly long and I decided to post it separately so that people interested in just the book review don’t fall asleep or kill themselves or set a hitman (hitperson?:P) on me or cast a voodoo spell on me.

Anyway, I had heard from some that this book is his best work, and I really wanted to read it. One Youtuber whose taste I worship said this was her favourite book of all time, making me really eager to read it. I then found this insanely pretty edition of it and I knew then that it was meant to be.


Now, I generally have a rule that I won’t buy more than one book of a new author’s because it’s too much of a risk. What if I abhor their writing? What if the books just don’t sustain my interest? It seems extraordinarily foolish to end up stuck with more than one dull book by the same person. However, I broke this rule twice in the last few months out of compulsion, more than anything else. Let me explain. Most of my books live at home and I can’t cart lots of books to college because of luggage weight limits on planes. However, that doesn’t stop me from going on major shopping sprees each time I am at home. I then leave most of the books at home, unread, because I only go home for short durations and, as I mentioned earlier, I barely read when I’m at home because I have a social life at home. I have a social life in college, too, but most of my friends here are geeky introverted, internet-addicts like me and they also live within a few feet of me. Also, I intern in my vacations which is far more time-consuming than college.

Anyway, I broke this rule for the first time after I bought Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie when I was at home, came back to college, and found Americanah in the bookstore. The synopsis at the back of the book charmed me and I just knew I had to read it. So I did. And I adored it. I remember saying as much in a review.

I now can’t wait to go home and do a little marathon of Half of a Yellow Sun, Beloved by Toni Morrison, and A Colour Purple by Alice Walker, all of which I own and haven’t read yet. And then I’ll probably buy Purple Hibiscus by Adichie, and also maybe every single other thing by Toni Morrison, or maybe something by Zora Neale Hurston, so you guys can look forward to that.

Back to my original(ish) point, however. The other time I bought a second book by the same author without reading the one I already owned, if you guys hadn’t guessed by how the post started, is with East of Eden.

Now, I’ve owned Grapes of Wrath for a while, and I haven’t been able to get into it because it uses a dialect that’s time-consuming to understand, and I keep getting distracted by other books. However, I really do like what I have read of it. Which brings me to my other rule: I have decided once I pick up a book that I’ve owned for a long time, that I will not read any other book until I’ve finished it off. If I absolutely can’t bear to read it, and am desperate to read other books, I will have to give it away. It’s sort of an extension of the rule I mentioned about taking pending books on trips where I’ll be desperate for reading material. This rule will obviously slow my reading down, as evidenced by February, where I’ve read only two books because I am determined to finish A Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing. I keep watching Friends, watching Youtube videos and playing Temple Run 2 instead. (Now, there’s a game you haven’t heard of in a while huh?) This is because I’ve gotten past the first bit of the book so many times, it’s extremely dull to me. But I’ve finally gotten past that part and I actually really love it, but I’ve not been discipline myself to put the laptop/smartphone away so I’m still slow. But the super-fast LAN stopped working today, leaving me with the slow younger brother, my college WiFi. So things are looking good for Anna Wulf’s and my relationship. –thumbs up-

You can look forward to the review of East of Eden in a day or two now that I’ve gotten that little rant out of the way. 🙂

Cheers to that.



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Seven (Bookish) Things You Didn’t Know about Me

i love tag type viral stuff, especially the ones about books. I always want to do the ones that pop up on Youtube but there’s so few of them that would be as fun when not in a video format. And of course, I haven’t the balls to actually start up a channel of my own even though I’ve been intending to for MONTHS. So yes. 😛 But that isn’t what this post is about, of course. (Wouldn’t that make for fun reading? Sindhu, I want 1000 words about your lack of balls and I want it on my desk by Monday!) Let us limp our way back to the point, shall we? All together now.

There is a thing that’s been going around on Facebook called “7 things you didn’t know about me” and Reading Addicts, which is one of the several blogs about books, reading and writing I follow, decided to switch it up a bit and make it about books. I thought it looked like a lot of fun, so I’m doing it too. 😀 (Yes.That should have been how this post started. But then you wouldn’t get acquainted with mydelightfully neurotic personality. And wouldn’t that just be a shame?)

Anyway, here goes:


I am actually obsessive about having a book wherever I go, and I actually don’t buy handbags that can’t fit books it them. I was once out handbag shopping with my mum and this super adorable bag sort of looked like it could hold a book in it. My mum said “I’m sure it can fit a book. Just get it.” because I was being super wishy washy about what bag I wanted. After 20 minutes of thinking about it and staring at the bag, much to the chagrin of the salesperson, I said “OH WAIT” and pulled my book out of my current handbag, then yanked all the stuffing out of the new bag, and tried to stuff my book in it. AND IT DIDN’T FIT. So I left. Yes, I’m a lovely person. Good times.


I never formally learned to read, nor did anyone read to me when I was little or anything. I just picked it up on my own. When I was three, my parents took me to a temple and they didn’t let me bring one of my books with me because place of worship and all that. It was super crowded, as temples are, and my parents ended up losing me. They freaked out, because you know, I was super cute and they kinda liked me when I wasn’t crying or throwing up.

So, they looked all over the place and finally located me. My mum claims I was in a remote corner poring over an old newspaper because obviously, the stress of being separated from the printed word was just too much to take. Obviously. Can I say something though? I’m 22 and I can still imagine behaving the exact same way.


I wasn’t a very huge fan of my own uneventful life so I would always superimpose myself as an extra character in my favourite books and retell the stories to myself. It could be any book from an Enid Blyton book, Harry Potter, or even the Babysitter’s Club. I did this everywhere: In boring classes, while walking places, before sleeping, on the pot; you name it.

I basically wrote fan-fic in my head before I knew what the hell it was. My mum told me recently that she could actually hear me talk to myself when I was in the loo or showering. I hadn’t realised I was doing it out loud! I just grinned sheepishly and agreed that that’s all it was because it’s less embarrassing than what I was ACTUALLY doing.


My favourite time in the year was when the Scholastic order sheet things came along. (I don’t know if you guys know what I mean. My class teacher would give everyone a little booklet with a list of children’s books that Scholastic had published and you could tick off the books you wanted at the back of the booklet and hand it in with a cheque for the required amount the next day and a few weeks later, you’d get a manila envelope of the books you wanted. It was like magic.)

Once my teacher gave me the thing, I would say goodbye to classes for the rest of the day and pore over it and make a longlist of the books I wanted. Then my mum would go over my longlist we’d make a shortlist with debates and negotiations that would put any Parliament to shame. I always had the most books delivered to me of anyone in my class, often needing more than one envelope to hold the lot. It was not just because I read a lot, but also because my parents were so wonderfully generous when it came to things like books.


I have this nasty habit of abandoning books if I don’t like how they start because there are so many options and it’s so easy to get distracted. I do this thing, where if I can’t read a book for ages, I make sure it’s the only thing I bring with me on a trip so that I get desperate for reading material (Which inevitably happens) and push myself through it. Of course, since I got my Kindle, this has become a tad harder to do. I still think it’s a genius, foolproof plan though.

The last book I remember doing this for was The Host by Stephenie Meyer, which I didn’t love or anything, but I really did enjoy it once I got past the first 50 pages. It’s far superior to the Twilight saga, that’s for sure. I’d take aliens in a dystopicworld over sparkling, borderline abusive vampires any day. It’s actually a pretty good premise too, and works well as a stand-alone. I’m glad she never got round to writing those sequels.


As I’ve said several times on this blog, there’s nothing I love more than a juicy, chunky book to settle into and wallow in until it feels like it’s a part of me. This is not a recent thing. When I was 13, I went up to the librarian at my school and said “Ma’am, I finished my tests today. Please give me some fat book to read.” She made fun of that phraseology till I graduated.

As far as the thin books were concerned, there were times when I’d issue them, read them (during lunch and sometimes in class also. Please don’t tell.) and return them the same day, issuing a thicker book to take home for the day.


I have panic attacks imagining what I would do if my future children don’t read. I have legit driven myself to the brink of tears imagining this possibility. No joke.

Yeah. I’m just going to leave that there.

Tell me what you guys think of these fascinating insights into the awesome mind of Sindhu. Tell me some of your own bookish stories in the comments. Bonus points will be given if they’re embarrassing. If you do the tag, link me to it. I’d love to read. 😀


Until next time,